"Party People (파티 피플)" lyrics
(Party people...)
I got souls of blackness [?]
And brothers can't stand it a new improved hittin' mad moves
Three times smoother than average
I don't go ill like the ones that act savage
My criteria delete the weak crews
Don't test with that mess I'll have you crew singin' the blues
Or you'll be stuck like you was in the bayous
I be hittin' harder than beat in jeeps
You better peep. my style's complete so don't sleep
It's the slick black Nubian from around the way
Watch time pass while I shoot rhymes an' blast
Lyrical concepts pay attention like class
Suckers, come up, miscellaneous and live
But anyway v-luv will make the crowd say
(Party people...)
I brings the soul from the circle to the center
My people feel the flavor from the chi before they enter
Oriental my essential in my Buddhist temple
I take it to your cipher wit #2 pencil
Me I'm into being like #1 Korean
I represent the soul and every yellow human being
Tiger JK, capital "T.I."
I gets up on the stage and all my rhymes are mad fly
If you're not understanding then just check another angle
I mangle up MCs like in Boston I'm gonna strangle
But you from the comer 'cuz your aura like depressin'
[?]
So what's the problems or haps, paps? can't you see my rap slaps?
Any MCs to be the one to make it snap-back
Bring it from the stomach overcoming of the evil
This one's dedicated to all the party people
(Party people...)
You feel the vibe from the bottom of the barrel
My homies catch attention when they wear their fly apparel
Difficultly minimalty when I'm on your level
I take your mountain slowly to the size of a pebble
When I'm on the mic, I brings applause to the scene
Enemy retreat defeat when I'm in between
You and your lyrics 'cuz your rhymes are like booty
I'll bring it to your [?] strange
To all the people in the party, hold yourself with restraint
You try to catch the feeling but you can't imaginate
I'm rollin' up my sleeves everytime I want to flex it
The crowd is still cheerin' fearin' that I'll hit the exit
(Party people...)
I got souls of blackness [?]
And brothers can't stand it a new improved hittin' mad moves
Three times smoother than average
I don't go ill like the ones that act savage
My criteria delete the weak crews
Don't test with that mess I'll have you crew singin' the blues
Or you'll be stuck like you was in the bayous
I be hittin' harder than beat in jeeps
You better peep. my style's complete so don't sleep
It's the slick black Nubian from around the way
Watch time pass while I shoot rhymes an' blast
Lyrical concepts pay attention like class
Suckers, come up, miscellaneous and live
But anyway v-luv will make the crowd say
(Party people...)
I brings the soul from the circle to the center
My people feel the flavor from the chi before they enter
Oriental my essential in my Buddhist temple
I take it to your cipher wit #2 pencil
Me I'm into being like #1 Korean
I represent the soul and every yellow human being
Tiger JK, capital "T.I."
I gets up on the stage and all my rhymes are mad fly
If you're not understanding then just check another angle
I mangle up MCs like in Boston I'm gonna strangle
But you from the comer 'cuz your aura like depressin'
[?]
So what's the problems or haps, paps? can't you see my rap slaps?
Any MCs to be the one to make it snap-back
Bring it from the stomach overcoming of the evil
This one's dedicated to all the party people
(Party people...)
You feel the vibe from the bottom of the barrel
My homies catch attention when they wear their fly apparel
Difficultly minimalty when I'm on your level
I take your mountain slowly to the size of a pebble
When I'm on the mic, I brings applause to the scene
Enemy retreat defeat when I'm in between
You and your lyrics 'cuz your rhymes are like booty
I'll bring it to your [?] strange
To all the people in the party, hold yourself with restraint
You try to catch the feeling but you can't imaginate
I'm rollin' up my sleeves everytime I want to flex it
The crowd is still cheerin' fearin' that I'll hit the exit
(Party people...)
