If You Wanna Party lyrics

Artist  : Mase 
Song : If You Wanna Party
 
[Intro]
What the f**k? 
'99, get your name back nigga
(Get your name back nigga)
Double Up Motherf**ker (99)
Double Up Motherf**ker
Don't believe it, Double Up, Uh 
Yea yea yea yea What what what what Uh Uh

Yo who got the right to flip, twice the whips 
Time to get paid, get twice the chips
See law ain't no good unless two dice hit
Hate me even if I didn't ice my shit
f**k niggas, make that money and lots of it
Sold four million and somebody got to love it
They want Mase for video, ain't in the budget 
I can't take a piss without a bit*h tryin' to rub
it
How could you know like this 
When it's because of me a nigga know what nice is
I was 60 I have flow-itis
I like my weed green and my hoe's dyke-ish 
You know you like this
Young kid'll live by goldie advice's
Pimp hoe's that come across so righteous
f**k though, promote on the Rolley ices 
Yo, that's why my jewelery looks snow white-ish
Come on 

1 - 	If you wanna party come and shake your body 
	If you wanna party put 'em in the air 
	Over there, over there

	If you wanna party come and shake your body
	If you wanna party put 'em in the air
	Over there, over there

Yo I'm tryin' to live my life the largest, Vipers
in garages 
'Nuff money to go court and fight the charges
Everybody stare at Myse the hardest 
That's why I'm in them all night menages
Besides B.I.G., the criticly acclaimed 
 
I vow, they never bring the city to shame 
I pulled up the prettiest things, the prettiest
range
The prettiest cars, and the prettiest stars 
By far the prettiest Misses
I pull up in the prettiest sixes 
So by the time you get the six bit*h, I have the
seven
By the time you get the seven, I switch to the
eight
When it time I get this cake, a bit*h could wait
They know I could sell five so they ship me eight
Come on 

Repeat 1 while:
All Out, motherf**ker
To the death, motherf**ker
Bad Boy forever
Bad Boy forever
All Out, motherf**ker (Uh uh)
H World, motherf**ker (Uh uh)
To the death, motherf**ker (uh yo)

Yo why I'mma envy the lives or envy the guys
Who be frontin' in the Six that's really a Five
You could see I still got it by the look in my
eyes 
I'mma blue collar criminal, crook in disguise 
It don't matter if it rain, I got a pool inside
And a stretch range so at least 20 could ride
And I could tell fake platinum from a mile away
When I rap, yo' 150 thou' get paid
So until then nigga, I style away
Four point six swit' to the Cal' away
I'm gettin' honey, I ain't with the beefin' going
on 
I look at nigga's cars, alot a leasin' goin' on 
My heat get raised up, streets gets blazed up 
Until a nigga find my dough and pays up 
I lays up f**k, 'till my days up 
Doggy style, so bit*h don't f**k my ways up
Come on

Repeat 1