no? I'm sayin yo, I'm aight (Maybe I should tell her what a famous rapper I am) (Yeah, that'll get her on my side) I'm Phonte from Little Brother, you
yo, I'm... aight ("Maybe I should tell her what a famous rapper I am") ("Yeah - that'll get her on my side") I'm Phonte from Little Brother, you heard
Bản dịch: Little Brother. After The Party.
talk Truckin' diamonds and gold Rubberbands around the bankrolls Fly girls to make your head spin Seemed they partied all night long I was like, "Put me on" But they said, "Little
star [I] Upon a star [C] To follow what? [I] To follow what? [C] And where you are! [I] And where you are! [C] Party over here, party over there
Yeah, one two, one two Party people in the place to be Yeah, ha ha Let me clear my throat Let me clear my throat Gilla House niggaz, baby We gon' get
me on the phone Told me 'bout a party on 1.5 Man, that nigga's married, he can't leave home (Whoo!) Got in the party with my pockets fat Bitches on my
[ VERSE 1: Mike G ] Remedies for house parties stayed simple and plain Little wine, little music, little Mary Jane Gotta keep the lights dim, so when
't get attached, it'll attack every bone in your back Meet Zach, twenty-one years old After hangin' out with some friends at a frat party, he gets bold
dum Ditty, ditty Dum ditty dum da dum Ditty, ditty ditty Ditty dum ditty doo Say it, say it, say it brother Say it, say it brother Ditty dum ditty doo Say it brother
Hour after hour it was a long ride Thinking how I got in so deep My lollipop shop just would not sleep Rocking the body in and out like a party Screaming
since I was a kid They always thought I was big from the damage that I did I roll up rappers like a DT and don't worry yo Because the brothers can't
Y'all don't like how I'm living, well, fuck you I been a G since a little kid Sticking my head up into somebody's dollar party, getting into shit And
listening to her peers Oh, dear Now maria was your typical obnoxious Analytical head strong rebel Flippin' off the principal, single mother home structure She looked after baby brother
basement parties, your brother's karate The all day rock 'n' roll shows Their homesick blues and the radical views Haven't left a mark on you You wear it well A little
life, I was a welfare recipient I ate the free cheese, while the church said believe And went to school everyday, like a goddamn fool Well anyway, here I am, chillin' at the party Brothers
massacre naughty by nature Trough it ever time comin' at a dance My man treacherous MC go on let the saxophone man play a little Make it lovely You