Benzino - Rock the party (remix)

Tekst :

feat. Lil Kim & Petey Pablo

[Intro: Benzino] + (Lil Kim)
Ayo (Benzino where you at?)
It s Yellowman, Benzino wanna rock the party
And we gonna bring this to the after party
Queen Bee wanna rock the party
Uh, uh, oh (Oh my God)
Yeah (Benzino where you at?)
(Bounce) Yellow City gonna rock the party
(This is the G-Mix)
Young Hef wanna rock the party, Petey Pablo
Yellow City, yea

[Verse 1: Lil Kim]
It s your girl Queen Bee with the poisoness sting
Chinchilla draggin with the diamond G-String
Bouncin on Lorenzos I m the Bee with the wings
Who the fuck want what? (What?)
Bettin it all at the crap tables, rip the casino
From Vegas to Reno, me and Benzino
We gonna rock the party and drink Bacardi, all damn night
Awww watch me shake my ass like a fresh bowl of jelly
Quite Bootylicious like Beyonce and Kelly
Love to see guys with tattoos on they belly
Let s get nasty from the car to the telly
Ooh, I got my girls with me, so go get your boys
Come ride with us, we on the tour bus
If you treat us right, and you spendin the night
Then we gon freak

[Chorus: Benzino] + (Lil Kim)
We gon throw the party, rock the party
Then drink Bakardi, freak somebody
Then leave the party to the after party y all
Now what ya ll gon do?
(We gon take it off, we gon turn it out
It s hot in here, we gon burn it out
We gon throw that thang, we gon back it up
Now what ya ll gon do?)

[Verse 2 Benzino]
Benzino rock the city and you know I can t stop
Back at the lounge with a mean Diddy Bop
Shorty lookin mean and her whole team hot
Yo what s up? Yo what s up with ya ll?
She sippin cranberry with a splash of Belvedere
What? Five carot conia ice in my ear
Always drinkin Coniac with ice when I m here
... Nice
Feelin how Zino put s his game to the test
36, 24, I think you know the rest
What s your secret ma? How you fit in that dress?
... Oh damn!
Now it s gettin heated and you know what s on my mind
Me and you, outta hear, I think it s that time
Make you tap out when I creep in from behind
Now that s what s up, now everybody just

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Petey Pablo]
Hey hey hey hey
Me met a bitch of my dreams, corn jack
Come on, liquor inside my head like that
Pants saggin , Carolina hat to the back
I m in New York City, can you hear me goddamnit
Weavin through the traffic, shootin usual daps
Tryna find Benzino, is it him in the back
Bring it back, porn channel X on the back
Be like hey hey hey, how d she do that?
Pretty headed woman, with her fine self
Bow-legged cutey with her tight legs
Tryna get outta here with her friend in the black dress
Spread her hoochie coochie on my sun beam bread
Now I been sayin to myself, Petey Petey
Get freaky, damn boy I can t even say it
And I got no need to be scared
Some things ain t supposed to be said

[Chorus]

[Bridge: Benzino] + (Lil Kim)
Yeah, we gon rock
Yellow City, we gon rock
The after party, we gon rock
(Now what ya ll gon do?)
We gon rock, we gon rock tonight
Cuz a Yellow City party don t stop
Uh, we gonna rock tonight
Now what ya ll gon do?

[Chorus to fade]

Inne utwory

  • The jump up
  • Hoola hoop
  • Bang ta dis
  • Boottee
  • Figadoh (remix)
  • Different kind of lady
  • Ghetto child
  • Make u wanna holla
  • Would you
  • No parts of us
  • Any questions
  • Pull your skirt up
  • Stayin 4 Eva
  • X-tra hot
  • I remember
  • Picture this
  • Redemption (Rosary)
  • 44 Caliber killa
  • Call my name
  • Losowe utwory

    Take your shoes off

    Come on everyboy
    come on take your shoes off
    feel the teennage freedom
    feel it all around you

    Take you body feel the beat
    take your shoes off as we speak
    we love our teenage lifes
    disco feaver never dies

    Saint with a Fever

    You cast off the chains,
    That tied and bound.
    You re sick of the talk,
    And won t carry their crowns.
    You hollowed the space,
    Where they darkened the ground.
    With weary precision,
    You lowered them down.

    Oh, preacher, believer,
    Saint with a fever,
    You timid only son.
    You d better wipe that dust,
    From the tip of your tongue,
    And sing what...

    Sitting still

    This name I got we all agreed
    See could stop stop it will red
    We could bind it in the scythe
    We could gather, throw a fit

    Up to buy, Katie buys a kitchen-size, but not me in
    Setting trap for the big kill,...

    44 Caliber killa

    Haven t you ever heard (Trackmasters) a killa

    [Benzino]:
    Zino

    44 Caliber killa

    [Benzino]:
    Face, Young McNeil

    44 Caliber killa

    [Benzino]:
    I keep the heat close by come through on any block start dumping Zino don t...

    Lajt

    Yo, mam w sobie lajt i flow
    Yo, mam w sobie lajt i flow
    Yo, mam w sobie flow i lajt
    Tak, yo, ok, to jest tak
    Piosenka zaczyna się tak, o fiucie

    Mój fiut nie jest za duży, ani za mały
    Nie mam kompleksów z powodu rozmiarów pały
    Nie mam kompleksów z powodu bicepsu
    Za to mam...