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The Theme (It's Party Time)
Tracey Lee
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It's party time, Oh, it's party time
I'm in party
Come on, eah, yeah
Trey Lee, nigga
By storm, by storm
Ain't no mystery, by storm
R-N-F to death, by storm
Reaper, one step beyond. No doubt. Yeah
Check it out, check it out, yeah
Check it out, check it out, check it out
Everywhere in my crew go
Everyone in my crew know
Everyshow in my crew low
You know we get down
Hey, this is how we get down with no question
Trees in the VIP section
Pips on sipping on French connections
Dashing, decked in the latest fashions
Flashing, spending tax-free cash
Take these fast
Suddenly feeling pumped, seems smashed. Hot
Ass at the funnies
Bump with a zip tie
Clip with mics, get in your shit light
So I'm gonna make sure your shit's tight
When I ball, spit it worldwide like dot com
Go to box more
Get up in the dance like gone strong
I'm in the place that I'm on the race
Got a fifth and it's all it take for me to flip. Won't slip
Drop a phone over to get your brunch
Chip on the chicks home and bus ribs
Get a duck sick
Let it be known we got a son in the room
And we holding my crew go
Like time never shone a nigga
And we showed them my crew blow
I give a model
And we holding my crew go
And we filling up, check it out
I'm gonna get down
I'm gonna get down
This is how we get down with no question
Roll up in a chicken's midsection
Move up our goal from marathons to quick sessions
When knowledge will talk
Killing your whole crew with at least 16 bars
Like I'm serious close to a real MC
Take your school ID
I'm a cool like shit
In rap, I use the mic to rule like a pharaoh
Tip them on like a barrel
Ha, you know we get down
Bad to the bone like barrel
Chicks, crack the room
Trey gets played from the plastic grand stool
Flipping in here, bending here
Lyrics stay in here
Why did you go there? I swear
R&M tear things like that
We breaking your team up like a salary cap, and it don't stop
It's like a cream like shack, 17 mil and you're flamboyant
And we holding my crew go
Fantastic
Then I'll stay safe
And we showed them my crew go
Like a honey and a MTP
And we holding my crew go
Like a fan of nothing
I'm not saying that
And we get down
And we get down
It's party time, Come on
It's party time, yeah, come on
It's party time, come on
It's party time
It's party time
So, with no question
Hey, lyrics get action
Stone destined to leave
Y'all niggas jonesing
A threat in a zone
Your protection
Do the best in my profession
When I ride loops like a stress fence
Let's get loose, deep dive
Leave the cool cop
Just in case, Tracy Lee rock
Stone chosen
When we got this party, it's a lot, It's frozen
Time to close in
All those who be dancing
Let's try to hear it without minus spirit
Shows continue to flow the vein
With flows that are sicker than engine, engine
Fluent as fathered injures
Pretenders
I put on the chorus of surrender
The martyricender
And that's ourend of stairs
We're more myth slaughtering
So, we be a new world order
And every way that my crew go
And every hold of my crew go
And every show that my crew go
And now we get down
And every way that my crew go
And every hold of my crew go
And every show that my crew go
You know we get down
You know we get down
Yeah, Uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, Uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, Uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh
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