Party (Prod. by Cardiak & Just Blaze)-Slaughterhouse

Party (Prod. by Cardiak & Just Blaze) - Slaughterhouse [Intro: Crooked I & (Royce Da 5'9")] What the ***** you talking 'bout? (You ain't in my lane, ni**a) This is Slaughterhouse (Me and you ain't the same, ni**a) [Verse 1: Crooked I] Why you think your ***** on my dick? Cause I'm a paid ni**a Made ni**a deep in her ***** like a grave digga I'm so high that I can chill on the roof Pop a Oxycontin pill in the booth, give 'em the truth Tell the world them lyrical killers still on the loose If I make the crowd bounce my ni**a Eminem'll recoup That's why the rhymes Crooked I spit is making a mosh pit Fly sh*t, sicker than hospice, takin' 'em hostage Yeah, we don't party like you niggas do We don't party like them niggas do 4 a.m. 20 groupies on the tour bus On a coke high, waitin' to ***** the 4 of us Nah, we don't party like you niggas do Nah, we don't party like you niggas do Put some blue dolphins off in a rocket I'm 'bout to blast off, now I'm feelin' proper We don't party like you niggas do We don't party like you niggas do [Hook: Royce Da 5'9"] Wadadadang wadadadadang Wadadadang wadadadadang [Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9] ***** you nerds doing everything cause Jay Z done said it ***** you and your new urge to be a fake sneaker head ***** you and your ball game floor seats If you just there with a broad, neither one of y'all ain't scorekeep 'Prolly thought LeBron was a cornerback Heat game, wearing Grape 5's and a Hornets hat ***** you and your leather jerseys and hairy arms Niggas bald then they get big headed like Barry Bonds ***** you and the crowd you perform in front of Like you was born a stunna, your money reformed a runner Your Instagram got pictures saying I heard he's rich So you just *****ed your first bad ***** at 36 That's what I call fake felt, never saw a weight scale Shirt tucked in in front, showin' off your H belt This one of them moments where your money ain't the issue I can call you corny cause corny niggas get rich too Still a sucker, corny niggas get rich too We don't party like you niggas do [Hook: Royce Da 5'9"] Wadadadang wadadadadang Wadadadang wadadadadang [Verse 3: Joell Ortiz] Man ***** you *****boys, you boys *****in' with the wrong one ***** your fake high, don't give a ***** if you're on one ***** that broad you're *****in', that ***** prolly smell cray *****, you ain't a G, who give a ***** what your belt say? ***** you and your section and your bottles and your sparklers And your shades that look like night vision goggles, ***** you Knock off, enough with all the narcotics you knock off The hood jump off the only time you get your rocks off Snap, in fact you never pop off, your block's soft Man I'll knock everybody on your block's block off You fake gat clapper, mad actor I'm backwards, watch how this pump give you mad asthma Put your punk story in it's last chapter I *****ed the pumps off a D but you a cat stacker No party's like a house party, yeah You know a shorty's sleepin' on that couch, prolly dead That's what we get into, why even knock? You'll never get into A house party, we don't party like you niggas do [Hook: Royce Da 5'9"] Wadadadang wadadadadang Wadadadang wadadadadang [Verse 4: Joe Budden] I know a couple new niggas tried to start this Lemme help you out dawg, trickin' is still trickin' regardless We not in the same, you funny to us, I use mouth for my jeans, you need your money to *****