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Mia X - The party don't stop

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   I got the ghetto grooves guranteed to make your shoes move
  Through the dance floor
  What you came for?Actin' like ain't know
  That I flows,everything over ?knocks?
  With the peep by the pound
  And the ice cream shop
  They finally drop the first lady off that No Limit tape
  And I'ma ???? flows baby,think I ain't!
  You can't see even if you had a bird's eye view
  Or bifocals, these mind vocals just goes
  On and on, you know you can't resist
  So let your head knock back and look foward to this, Miss
  Biggest Momma with the ?rhyme-a? and Prada
  Fly known rigotta and my ice just gotta
  Light up the room like Vegas
  Been by my papa,ever since my flight that China white
  Peelin' wit' the steel,recognize the real
  Better rimes and bring skills I will
  Keep it locked,word to my moms dredlocks
  Some nights I just wanna set the party on top
  Wit' P and the Ill Na Na,unified hip hop
  Mo' chedda as long as the party don't stop
  We don't care if the party don't stop
  Got nothing but time so let the beat knock pop
  Bangin' to the east
  Shakin' it to the west
  Throw it up northside
  And the south gonna handle the rest
  [Master P]
  There ain't No Limit to this game I spit
  36's on 55,I got money to get
  It's the Ill Na Na wit' the Big Momma
  Now I'm the Big Poppa,I mean a Big Dada
  I used to make my money hustlin' and bustin' wit' gats
  Now-a-days I get money for bustin' rhymes and raps
  I got the cocoa and cream,not the kind that steam
  Cause it's crispy and clean
  Cristale and green,uhhhhh!
  600 wit' that 28 inch will
  Word is 50 wit' no dollar bills
  Pearl presidential wit' that big and ????
  Tears on our backs but they still can't handle
  Independent black owned and I'm 'bout it 'bout it
  That's why No Limit is rowdy rowdy!
  [Foxy Brown]
  Uhhh,you know dat na na don't fake none
  Millions by the Mason
  Shit,money I'ma take some
  Ask P,he know that Fox gettin' nasty
  Little sassy ass,'bout it 'bout it
  Hoes know I don't play that free shit
  Make 'em lick my shit hard
  Then leave that nigga with his dick hard
  Huhh,you got to work me to hurt me
  And when I'm bored fuck around on how you jerk yours
  From NY to NO
  Niggas know they my hoes,bringin' my doe
  Wanna floss wit' me in the front seat of your 3
  Hunderd Benz-do,watch us work them ends though
  Baddest bitch with that multi platnuim clit
  Peep this,don't let a trick fuck you and I heard you ?licked?
  Ice Cream Man
  [Master P]
  Wit' the Ill Na Na and this Big Momma
  That's why the party don't stop

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