I Don't Wanna Party Wit U chords by DJ Quik
Verse 1
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Em
G
C
Well,
G
C
G
shit, check it out
C
I done found out that's there a fine line
G
C
between brilliant (uh- huh)
G
And bein' plum loco (oh fo'
sho', hell yeah)
Verse 2
C
Get back, get forward, get raised,
Em
get lowered
C
Do some extreme shit,
keep from bein' bored
Now it's double up,
hoes come a nickel a dozen
G
They get hot and get fucked and don't
remember from buzzin'
That's why you don't see me,
I ain't at the club
Em
Am
I'm chillin' with my homies
G
in the city of Hub
C
Because they needin' more than that hoe
(than that hoe) the big fat hoe
G
C
G
Tryin' to get every ballin' nigga
in the saddle (yee- ha!)
Lap dance, fat chance, hot pants,
C
you the man
Nowadays you can't tell,
watch the crotch, it may swell
You needs a pap smear you need to know
G
If you got an STD, some little
critters in your trap dear
Get on, me and my homies
is indivisible
C
And don't floss money,
G
C
looks better when it's invisible (yes)
We get props from Wall Street to y'all street
Em
C
G
If ya missed it, I stay
consistant, we got heat
C- P- T style, O- G me style
The D- J, Q- U- I- K with no C style
C
In yo' town,
don't trip nigga, it goes down
And when you see me in all blue,
G
you gon' frown
But I'm bridgin' the gap,
I'm rigid with rap
Em
G
Money or respect bitch,
I'd rather have the digits than daps (tell 'em)
C
So give me the haps,
do you want the meat or the scraps? (come on)
Put heat on my naps,
G
and now my hair look sweet on my lap (always)
'Cause it's the same thang tryin'
to kill the gang- bang
Em
C
Set examples for the kids,
G
C
on how to maintain
Never be a lame brain y'all ain't gotta
feel the same pain
G
That put a nigga like me on
the mainframe
Bow down, back up nigga,
I'm hot now
And don't try to resuscitate me,
when I'm shot down
C
Just call my homie Theo on the radio
And let him know his little homie
G
Quiksta had to go
Because "Gangsta,
Gangsta," that's what they yellin'
But niggaz do dirt, get caught,
C
and start tellin' (shut up!)
Talkin' to you G's with no heart
Em
We was throwin' and runnin' from bullet
G
s before gangsta rappin' was an art
Nigga (nigga), so don't test ya bullet-
proof vest (nah)
C
'Cause real niggas do real thing
G
s up under stress
C
That's from the C- P- T,
Young G with heart, too
G
Oh we still party, but now it's part II and
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Verse 3
G
I don't want to party wit' you,
Em
G
hell naw
C
'Cause bitch you scary
G
You 20 years old, with 3 kids,
7 tattoos
You're bald, but your legs are hairy
I don't want to party wit' you,
Em
G
hmm, hell naw
C
You need to put some lotion on
'Cause your skin is peel
G
in' around
Em
Them bullet wounds on your back
You're fat,
G
plus you're abortion- prone
Verse 4
C
Em
I'd rather be a young exec,
C
than the puppet on the other end
Danglin' by a noose on his neck
They can't handle me,
'cause I'm where the scandal be
An underground nigga on
G
Arista, now there is the family
C
That I'm a roll wit, take control wit
Have a ball, break bread,
and share the store wit
Even though I'm thirsty for money,
in the worst way
G
I ain't go cry if I don't go platinum,
on the first day
Watch me, get my hustle on with
the friendly competition
C
Y'all got papers but I got the latest
edition (extra extra)
A hundred- thousand dollars a truck,
is what I crack
G
And if you ain't got that,
keep wishin' (we all about it)
And to you bitch- ass niggas
in the maze
Comin' at a player with
C
homosexual ways
Keep lickin' on that other sound
G
And stay north of the 105 Hip Hop heads,
'cause this is underground
Yeah right by the water,
C
G
can't do right by ya daughter (no)
But look at all the shit that I done
bought her (hmm?)
C
See lyrics ain't nothin' if the beat
G
ain't crackin'
C
And these beats smackin',
G
that's why the G's keep stackin', nigga
Verse 5
G
(I don't want to party wit'
Em
G
you) hell naw
C
'Cause nigga youse a scuffla
G
Your braids is dingy,
Em
your clothes ain't got no creases
G
And your lips look like you sucked
a muffler
(I don't want to party wit'
Em
G
you) hell naw
C
'Cause bitch you didn't know me when you
G
was fine as wine and thick
Em
Now you're sick from
smokin' that shit
G
You're broke and plus you're boney
Verse 6
G
W- E- S- T, C- O- A- S- T
That's where the hydroponic
with no seeds be
C
So don't trip when you see me on the TV,
or my CD
G
And my eyes are really R- E- D
See the industry is freak (shh shh shh),
Em
G
C
pardon me for bein' speaky
Snitchin' on y'all that want to jeek me
What makes you even try that way?
G
Yeah I might be fly,
but I don't fly that way
Hmm, even on a gallon of Cisco
Em
I could never go disco
C
Dude I ain't from Frisco
And to these bitches y'all trippin',
we ain't layin' wit y'all
Em
G
Just because we say we want
to fuck we playin' wit y'all
This is entertainment,
we tryin' to make us some change
C
We ain't impressed by what
you got up under your Hanes
Bitch that's yo' trap,
G
and that's yo' sap
C
Let me spit the cap while she
G
sit in yo' lap homie
Don't you know me? Jealous- ass
C
niggas want to flow me (why)
G
Just because yo' woman want to blow me
C
On the strength I give that hoe a tittie- toy
G
Em
'Cause I'm the only ugly nigga gettin'
G
away with bein' pretty boy
Verse 7
G
(I don't want to party wit' you) hmm,
Em
G
hell naw
C
Now this is how the sporty bounce
We stay away from you broke-
G
ass niggas
C
Always beggin' and ain't got a
G
dime on the 40 ounce
(I don't want to party wit' you) hmm,
Em
C
G
hell naw
C
'Cause hoe you to' back,
with that ol' long ass roll
Em
And ya stockin' smellin' like Avon and
G
that horse want his 'fro back
Em
G
(I don't want to party wit'
you) hmm, hell naw
C
And nigga I can't stand ya
G
And I ain't got nothin' but some advice
C
A map, a bar of soap,
G
some water and a towel to hand ya
Em
(I don't want to party wit'
G
you) hmm, hell naw
C
Now I'ma be real wit it
G
All my fuckin' life I ain't never
wanted fame
But since the shit done came
I gotta deal wit' it
(I don't want to party wit' you)
Em
Ya know, but I'ma do
G
it like my homie say
C
Check it, I don't give a fuck
G
about fame (fo' sho)
C
I'd rather deal with the money,
G
why'all can have the name
Em
I'm out
G
Yeah
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I Don't Wanna Party Wit U
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