Queen Pen

Man Behing the Music (censored)

Queen Pen


1 Yo a party ain't a party 'till it's ran all through 
And leave it to my crew it's gon' be playa' proof 
After three rounds we gon' blow off this roof 
A party ain't a party 'til it's ran all through 

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Shorty who you be you're staring at me instantly 
As I walk into this vide(o) I can feel you diggin' me 
Wit' yo' glass of Rhemy, you had one too many 
But still I'm impressed wit' cho' wild out Henney 
It's a party and I got's to run all through 
But maybe later on we can chat over booze 
See I thought you knew, ain't no delaying what I'm saying 
Want me to rewind and collect on my track, it won't wait 
I said it's a party, I gots to run all through 
We holding 20 plus we can follow if you choose 
See ain't nothing changed, since the days of the Q 
Except uh, elimination that wanna chew up my crew 
Yes you, but you true I got to browse on through 
You can catch me at the bar being shady to my old crew 
How I do? Make moves like I shoot 
Catch me on the rebound, make at the tunnel 
Catch me on the rebound, or maybe at the tummy 

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[Mr Cheeks] 
I'm tipsy from the cab, down the whole bottle of Henney 
Peepin' shorties in my biz and seeing many 
But there's something about you 
You seem off the hook 
Givin' me that "I want to say something" look 
Plus that dress you wearin' 
Got my whole team starin', 
You not bouncin' with me, I'm not hearin' 
Lickin' the lips for real like you really want it 
Is you dealing with the cat that's blunted? 
Stay forever real shorty Ra', is you down 
To go home wit' the champ a whole round? You see 
I had my eyes on you from way across the room 
You looked so good from over here, I can smell your perfume 
I assume, if I got ta come and get ya 
Ya'd think I was only out to hit ya, 
See, you's an intelligent chick 
With that Nestle type of smile, 
Held my temptations back for awhile 
Tell my brother Tah Lee, I'll be back, yeah 
That's Pretty Lou and Spigg Nice, so watch my jacket 
Make her touch to my lips, put the drink in my hand 
'Till the center my legs expand 
Cuz 

[Freeky Tah] 
That's how we do 
Better forget her for me and you 
I give a shout out to my whole crew 
From New York City to Chicago too 

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[Markell Riley] 

Now a party ain't a party until I run through it 
Pick 'em stick 'em sick 'em, that how I do it 
Move it, get down keepin' ya'll movin' 
Certified game tight prove it, aight! 
Deala of the dancefloor, makin' all ya'll stomp and clap 
Ya feelin' me?, damn sure 
I had the answers for ya dancers 
Since way back, puttin' it down like that 

[Nutta Butta] 

I came in the door, 20 or more 
Watch the dancefloor, cause we like it raw 
Dom got my head spinnin' like a set of rims 
Nutta Butta like a pair of Timbs 
What the deal shorty?, wanna rock with me 
Take ya back, do the wop wit' me 
Spend the cash like Monopoly 
Words slurred and my vision is blurred 
But a party ain't a party 'til I slide with a bird, what? 

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