Pitch In On A Party - DJ Quik
Momma
I know you said that you wanted a record
You could listen to
With no cussing and s**t
I tried
But I still gotta do this
Yo
Jingle jingle
We've go the lingo
With so much heat it's hard for us to pick the first single
It don't matter cuz I'm underground anyway
Rich balling b***h call and fly any day
You dirty n***as y'all too whack to dance
Y'all need to ease up off that now
Before y'all splint y'all pants
And leave that up to my n***as young fly n***as
Getting down you and I n***as don't try n***as
I changed my mind I don't want your b***h
Cuz sorry a*s women just don't get rich
You could keep her
I'd rather have a fifi bag because it's cheaper
You can't come up for NL
I gets deeper
And my hold is so cold it's a sleeper
So pass the reafer
And to you false balling n***as just grab your crotches
But if you paid n***a pat your pockets
And for sure
You've got yours
I've got mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in ona party for sure
And for sure
You've got yours
I've got mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in ona party for sure
Alright
Somebody play the potato
Let's take a ballad
On who gonna invite the h*es that make the party valid
Cuz we don't need a whole crib full of dudes again
And here come the police with them big black boots again
Kicking n***as out
Hand cuffing and stuffing they banging jacky chicken in they mouth
And time to shine pitching a fit
Cuz somebody rolled her bud in a heeny blunt
And won't pass the s**t
Who keeps turning the lights on
Why the music keep skipping
And why these dirty khaki n***as tripping
I don't know I'm Quik and I'm still delighted
500 dollars worth of white star
About to hide it
Cuz y'all ain't drinking mine up
You better drink that anj and palmason
And the rest of that wine up
You party haters need to stop it
I think we really about to pat your pockets