Party Hard

Yo, yo (y'all ain't ready), what up?

Yo, yo (y'all ain't ready), what up?

Yo, yo (y'all ain't ready), let's go?

Yo, yo (y'all ain't ready)

Yo, yo, yo (y'all ain't ready), what up?

Yo, yo (y'all ain't ready), what up?

Yo, yo (y'all ain't ready), let's go?

Yo, yo (y'all ain't ready), yo, yo

I step up in the place with that look on my face

Aww shit, Lif is here and ready to rip

He got the mic on his hip in the holster

Told ya, true motherfuckin rap soldier

Party people in the place, I like to get to know ya

First push up your hands if you's a weed smoker

Get them cigarettes out of the place

I can't stand people blowin smoke all up in my face

And now you, tell the party people who you are (wooo!)

(Dude, my name is Chuck and I like to party HARD!) (yeah bro, party man!)

This guy's one drink away from a spill

(Hey yo, this brother needs some water), play it cool son, chill

Ladies lookin so delicious, I'm vicious

With this mic in my hand, I can grant wishes

Which is your desire, want to hear the hot fire?

I'm not Dylan, this here my song

First of all strike a B-boy stance

And if it's rough enough, maybe then we can advance

Hey yo Fakts, put the needle on the record with poison

All my peoples in the place just make some noise

[- Camu Tao] - w/ ad libs

Ok, how many people wanna party with me? (what up?)

Yeah, you in the building, you chillin, you illin with me (What up?)

No go to get your tickets, so then get in with me (let's go)

We keep it bangin, I'm sayin, just dance to the beat (let's go)

Ok, how many people wanna party with me? (what up?)

Yeah, you in the building, you chillin, you illin with me (What up?)

No go to get your tickets, so then get in with me (let's go)

We keep it bangin, I'm sayin, just dance to the beat (dance to the beat)

"yo, yo" - repeated in the background throughout the Now why they wanna get me started?

Been doin this since Biz said to "get retarded"

My reputation alone, can get me charted

Now Free Agent makin noise, so they stress me harder

Last year a lot of chicks walked right past me

Quick to hate on a player, tryin to typecast me

Now it's like 'hey, I saw your new video'

And I'm like 'yeah, I'm just passin through,' silly ho

Can't believe I got folks so besides themselves

What? Nobody supposed to eat besides themselves

Hope they keep some heat besides themselves

Or keep someone to hold them down, besides themselves

I MC, why you others just rap

And I don't have to kick imaginary shit, just facts

So knuckle up, cause you could lose it all

I'm like a number one contender, refuse t

In my stance, I'm +Definitively Jux+ to pose

I'm blessed, promoters hittin with me bucks for flows

We the pros, can't nobody oppose the Black Dialogue

Coverin with my shine, like it's L.A. by the smog

MC's I laugh at all

Cause y'all some disappointments (uh), like U.S.A. Basketball

This beat will make me "Zone Out" (zone out) like Salaam Remi

Fuck a VMA, y'all niggas should win Emmy's

Better acting skills than Demi

Pretty for the camera, but when it's rhyme time, you ain't ready

I steady keep 'em comin to the shows in bunches

Hunnies love the belly, so I don't do crunches (*laughing*)

And even if you got a six pack

When it's time to bring the chicks back, I bet the one you wanted digs Ak

But let me switch back to humble

And politic with y'all, cause I see the heads are ready to rumble

So pick up your hands with a clenched fist (word)

Wipe your face from the sweat that your body is drenched with

Real go getters, make noise like it's a riot (what?)

Everybody else just keep the fuck quiet, like