Method Man

Party Crasher

Method Man


Intro: club bouncer 
Aww shit... not these niggaz again! 
Aiyyo listen! 
I'm only lettin five of you motherfuckers in here tonight 
If your man ain't on the guest list 
He get to the BACJ of the fuckin line 
And you know another motherfuckin thing? 
I don't give a fuck if a bitch spill a drink 
in this motherfucker tonight 
I'm kickin ALL y'all the fuck outta here 
[Method Man] 
Uhh 
Muh'fuckers be up in the club scared to fuckin death 
Nigga if you scared why don't yo' ass just stay the fuck home 
Check it out uhh 
Me and mines at the door, ain't tryin to pay your fees 
Stop playin, you fuckin with me, I push my way in 
Bum rush there's plenty of us to tear the club up 
Guzzlin Bacardi and such, I split a Dutch 
Bouncin nigga lookin like he want war 
Now I ain't the one you got to front Pah 
Pattin me down like the law 
As I stumble in the party 
Topsey off the Limon Bacardi for sure 
Loungin near the bar section, rolled the L 
and kept steppin, concealed weapon, razor sharp 
Blue star hatchet, in the sleeve of my jacket 
Who that kid, on the dance floor lookin for matches? 
Burn somethin, one toke got me blasted 
Took another toke then I passed it, choke! 
Fantastic, herb ain't no joke 
Especially that indo smoke mixed with hashish 
Ladies on the dance floor, shakin they asses 
Got millon dollar broke niggaz, that makin passes 
Honey with the eye glasses, body work is Boombastic 
Skin like blackberry molasses, mmmmm 
At last it's, time to step and make her mine 
Niggas headin toward the bathroom tuckin they shines 
Brothers got to keep it movin, playin with kids 
that won't hesitate to snatch a Cuban 
You know what this is... 
("Yo Duke that's your diamonds right there God? 
Yo that shit'll go RIGHT where my people ain't right now.." 
"Yo don't touch my shit!") 
Now it's on in the lavatory, I heard a scream 
End of story couldn't find shorty, party scene's 
now a fucked up chaotic thing, won't be long 
before the sirens intervene, the terrotory 
Can't we all get along, without the ruckus 
Got big bouncin muh'fuckers, tryin to rush us 
I can take a hint, what? Can smell the stench 
of a hell bent environment, the odds against us 
Back to the wall y'all, refuse to fall 
All hands on deck yes, prepare to brawl 
Uhh, every time I try to have a good time why? 
Somebody always fuckin it up, killin my high, damn 
Monkey wrench they whole program, party over 
By that time I'm dead sober 
In the midst of this whole shit fo' soldiers, dead gone 
You can tell that they was heat holders 
Everybody hit the deck when they expose tech, I fled the set 
Bitch slipped and caught a broke neck, some Brooklyn kids 
rushed the coat check, they whole set, stompin Duke 
half to death and took his Rolex, it's horrible 
Like a front page article, Mister Pitiful 
About a step away now we critical, uhh 
As I boned out I heard the people shout 
NIGGAZ, yea cold turn the party out! 
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh 
( sirens )