Too $hort Partytime Lyrics

Born to Mack Track Listing
  • 1 Partytime
  • 2 Mack Attack
  • 3 Playboy $hort II
  • 4 You Know What I Mean
  • 5 Freaky Tales
  • 6 Dope Fiend Beat
  • 7 Little Girls
  • 8 The Universal Mix
  • Party time
    It's party time

    Without a doubt I'm coming back and I would do it again
    You can take away my beat and don't touch my pen
    My name is Short that's so fake because I rap so long
    Other rappers hear pop I put funk in this song
    Young tender on the floor wiggle it all
    Homeboy keeps telling her to give him a call
    He's been on her since ten and it's almost two
    Walking through the party with his **** on the roof
    Tryin' to catch a little freak in the mini skirt
    She was dancing real nasty all the boys like her
    You can handle like a dog but you won't get game
    You'll only get dog fake number and name
    She's a mother to be and you better believe
    You'll be looking at her mean next time you meet
    Young tender won't care, she's still fine
    Here you come again with your playboy lines

    You don't stop

    The party start jumping five hours ago
    The mix don't stop till it's way past four
    At three A.M I hit the scene
    Buck-toothed freaks drop at three-fifteen
    Pull out with one ditch the other
    I jumped in my ride and I burnt rubber

    Party time
    Get busy
    Too $hort

    She's the one, love those legs
    Danced two records but it seems like days
    Baby so fine I keep telling myself
    I want the young tender under my love spell
    She could be all mine, nothing more or less
    Life with a smile never, ever depressed
    I give her ever lasting love around the clock
    Baby doll it's you and me so just rock


    All you superficial rappers will cease to exist
    If I come into a party hitting raps like this
    Though I make you feel weak when you want to be strong
    You're soft soap buddy as I state in my song
    According to the scriptures in the book of rhymes
    Biting on a line is considered a crime
    Unintelligent? Yes!
    Never fresh!
    RUN DMC tattooed in your chest
    I'll tell you one time and one time only
    You might be fresh if you weren't so phony
    The ability to rap is a gift from God
    And your biting what your writing and it won't be bought
    At the spur of a moment I will bust a rap
    Simultaneously jamming with the beat in the back

    Party time!
    Get busy
    Party time
    It's party time, so get busy

    Shake it, bake it, make it, break it
    Work that body girl just don't fake it
    I'm the kinda brother for a girl like you
    I can see in your eyes that you know it's true
    I'm the mack and the (?) from the big Oak Town
    Laying track by track that vicious sound
    All you sucker MC's hating my face
    Even though there's not a rapper who could take my place
    You better hook
    Or just get took
    I know what you're about, see I read you like a book
    Desperate dreams are on your mind
    With a 10 foot mic you couldn't touch my rhyme
    I'm impeccable rapping
    Won't stop capping
    Front one time and you'll see what happens

    Party time
    Get busy

    So fresh to the sound
    I get down
    I'm so fresh from the Oakland town

    Written by: Todd Shaw
    Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group,

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