Life of da Party

Album: Ego Trippin' (2008)
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  • Uh-huh, uh-huh (uh-huh, uh-huh)
    Hey, man, hey, young man (hey, man, hey, man, hey, man)
    I just wanna know how it feel, man, you know (Fabby Davis)
    To just be the star of the party, man, but then (nephew, man)
    Be so far from a star (Godfather and the Doggfather)
    When somebody pull up in they car (oh, man)
    I mean, I ain't talking 'bout me (who you talkin' 'bout?)
    I'm talking 'bout them other jokers (oh, man)

    Hey, look I'm only in town for a night (for a night)
    And when I pull up, man, the crowd get hyped
    And everybody love me, the browns to the whites
    You live like a movie but a movie my life
    And I'm the life of the party (every time I show up)
    Yeah, I'm the life of the party (every time I blow one)
    I'm the life of the party (every time I show up)
    I'm the life of the party (every time I blow one)

    Now gon' roll up the Swisher
    But don't drink all my liquor
    You know it's all good, my nigga
    Give me one second, I'll pose for your picture
    Like cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese
    Now everybody just freeze, freeze, freeze, freeze
    Now DJ bring the music, please

    I'm the life of the party
    It don't take much for me to get started
    Every time you see me, I'm with a bunch of girls
    Straight to the table in my own world
    But the ballplayers know me, movie stars too
    See my homie, Snoop, we doin' what we do
    Don't matter where we at, Miami or Vegas
    Every time you ask me, yeah, I'm a player (bitch)
    'Cause I'm the life of the party
    I got ten bad bitches actin' retarded
    I'm tryin' to meet a few new ones
    What's up with you, girl? Maybe we can do somethin'
    Do you drink? Do you smoke?
    I could tell by your purse and your shoes you ain't broke
    Hang with me, the first thing you do is get stuck
    Take you somewhere, later on you'll get fucked, bitch

    Hey, look I'm only in town for a night (for a night)
    And when I pull up, man, the crowd get hyped
    And everybody love me, the browns to the whites
    You live like a movie but a movie my life
    And I'm the life of the party (every time I show up)
    Yeah, I'm the life of the party (every time I blow one)
    I'm the life of the party (every time I show up)
    I'm the life of the party (every time I blow one)

    Now gon' roll up the Swisher
    But don't drink all my liquor
    You know it's all good, my nigga
    Give me one second, I'll pose for your picture
    Like cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese
    Now everybody just freeze, freeze, freeze, freeze
    Now DJ bring the music, please

    I've been trappin' all day, gettin' paper
    Headed to the club in my brand new scaper
    Gators on my feet, money in my pocket
    I gotta do a show so you know I'm 'bout to rock it (hey, hey, hey)
    See my homie, $hort, layin' lowkey (what up?)
    I strolled over to him and passed him the bleezy
    Doggy Dog, anything goes
    Snappin' my fingers, crackin' at some hoes (hey)
    What do ya know? I'm in the A gettin' play all day (hey, hey, hey, hey)
    A lot of y'all wanna ball and try to walk this way
    Y'all want that shine, shine but that's all mine
    I'm bonafide, qualified to have a hot damn time
    Now listen, get the picture and take a picture of me quick
    See, 'cause tomorrow I got a new city that I'ma hit
    A double whammy right before I do the Grammy's
    I do a show with Puff Daddy way out in South Miami (take that, take that, take that)

    Hey, look I'm only in town for a night (for a night)
    And when I pull up, man, the crowd get hyped
    And everybody love me, the browns to the whites
    You live like a movie but a movie my life
    And I'm the life of the party (every time I show up)
    Yeah, I'm the life of the party (every time I blow one)
    I'm the life of the party (every time I show up)
    I'm the life of the party (every time I blow one)

    Now gon' roll up the Swisher
    But don't drink all my liquor
    You know it's all good, my nigga
    Give me one second, I'll pose for your picture
    Like cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese
    Now everybody just freeze, freeze, freeze, freeze
    Now DJ bring the music, please

    Count 'em, man
    It's about twelve, thirteen, fourteen bad bitches
    It's me, two of my homies, we drinkin', we smokin'
    I see all the ballers in the house, what's up, man?
    They doin' it big over there too
    But you know, man
    If I wasn't here, it wouldn't be the same
    'Cause I'm the life of the party, baby
    I hope you feel the same way about yourself, bitch Writer/s: Calvin Broadus, Elijah Molina, Stanley Cox, Todd Shaw
    Publisher: FAEVA AFTA MUSIC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, TuneCore Inc.
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