Wet Party lyrics

by

Spice 1


{M-Child: background talking}
n*gga f*ck this motherf*ckin sh*t u n*ggas wanna go to war
With us f*ck yall yall know who your ass is hatin ass n*ggas
f*ck yall motherf*ckers if u say something
You gotta be ready to die for that motherf*ckin sh*t
n*gga we ain't going for that motherf*ckin sh*t n*gga
We got guns we got tones n*gga n*gga we could ride up your motherf*ckin ass
Erase your ass off the motherf*ckin earth we ain't going n*gga f*ck this sh*t
Whatever yall really wanna do go on and do it cause all yall be talking

{Juicy J: talking}
Yo yo yo yo yeah its Da Juice
Up in this motherf*cker
You know what I'm saying
I wanna say what's up to all these n*ggas out here
Hatin on DJ Paul, Juicy J
Yall know who you are
You know what I'm saying
That sh*t don't phase a n*gga y'all see a n*gga in the street
Handle your motherf*ckin business, n*gga
I'm gonna invite you to this motherf*ckin wet party
I'm gonna wet you ho ass n*ggas up yeah

{Hook: Juicy J [DJ Paul] 8x}
We bout to throw a motherf*ckin wet party [wet em up]
{Juicy J}
It's Da Juice from the north side of town
With a frown I'm bout to get a gun and start to clown
On a fool on any fool who break the rules
Imma do whatever young n*gga have to do
To get respect to do what's next like Malcolm X
Never slipping I'm staring out the window with a Tech
Bring it on up to the door I'll never go
But I'm blasting until I see you lyin on the floor
This is real too real them n*ggas feel what I feel
Them Evergreen n*ggas bout to kill anybody
Say they name where they live show some pictures
Especially if its mom or some kids
Run up on ya and put em on ya like pneumonia
You'll be sick I scared ya ya probably go in to a coma
I ain't playing and I ain't laughing cause I'm passive
Just looking blasting just like I'm on the lose I'm crazy assassin (n*gga)

{Hook: Juicy J [DJ Paul] 8x}
We bout to throw a motherf*ckin wet party [wet em up]

{DJ Paul}
Its kinda hard lets catch a spy hunting in a four cylinder
Pealing a drilling a hole in your jugular
Wheeling a .40 -a p*ssing in your skully-a
Tearing a barrier Black Haven area
But I'm slow and Tear Da Club Up Thugs if you down
To beat some motherf*ckers soft
Bullets f*cking pepperoni its phony
Step in my face make a n*gga catch a case of death
f*cking with me n*gga ho I got milk
And watch it splash on your goddamn chest
Cause when you're f*cking with Thugs n*ggas you f*cking with the best
f*ck the rest got you chilling with a real n*gga from the Haze
There is only Henn and Red Dog and purple haze
That's the phase grandma think I'm craze
f*cking drugs killa carved on your arm got a Tech up in the car
For your motherf*ckin ass see you wet the B-E-D
But you better hold right up cause I'm gonna make your ass bleed b*tch
{Hook: Juicy J [DJ Paul] 8x}
We bout to throw a motherf*ckin wet party [wet em up]

{M-Child}
I hate a weak ass n*gga like a devil hate life
c*ck that K full of rage cause the bullsh*t you started
Put your vest on b*tch and watch me aim for your head
Like Whodini abracadabra motherf*cker you dead
As I tippy toe behind you like that doll named Chucky
Sludge hammer you will feel it if you living you lucky
Ten stories you will fall to the motherf*ckin floor
I don't know you tuck your nuts and die ho (better kill me)

{Spice 1}
Well to wet em means cash *blow blow* how you like me now
I'm be murdering all of my enemy savage hatin up the town
Saved for bed night stalking creeping put em all to sleep
And leave em leaking bleeding seeking and steadily heating
And I'll be speeding off tearing up da club not giving a f*ck
It's just me and Tear Da Club Up Thugs kept on they nuts
Killing em wet em up say wet em up say wet em up blow *blow blow*
They come with the mob tactics and hear us pow *ba pow*
Definitely about to buck it f*ck it I'm dumping them in ditches
And killing snitches and shiesty b*tches who set em up for riches
Spray these f*cking c*ckroaches with these two pistols out
You n*ggas checked into the game but you won't check out
Beam the motherf*ckin lights and I smash the gas
Clutch my b*tch Nina Ross tight and murder they ass
Which one of you n*ggas is first to feel the blast
Ain't coming for money I want your life f*ck the cash
{Juicy J}
We bout to
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