Ray Illa - Party at the Crib Lyrics

Yea Yea Yea

Party at the crib... ugh
Fefe at the crib... yea
Kickback at the crib... aye
Damn this shit is lit... what
Party at the crib... ugh
Fefe at the crib... yea
Kickback at the crib... ugh
Get down where we live... aye

Shorty hella flee, from her head to feet
Draped in Louie V, seen her look at me
Got me feeling awesome
Knew it from the door, she was down to go
Bad yellow bone, looking like a young
Rosario Dawson
Skipped the interview, got her in the nude
Made an interlude, got to acting rude
Right after I bagged her
F*cked her over here, f*cked her over there
F*cked her on a chair, every way but bare
You know I keep some magnums
Yea, cashing... eating like I'm Philip Drummen
High fashion... fly as an apache bomber
You can ask them... bet them boys wont tell you nothing
Why is that?... cuz they ass don't know how I'm coming
We can rumble, if you disrespect my residence
Break something, you gone owe your boy some presidents
Got the loud, got the liquor, we just need the pills
Get to acting up, I toss you like I'm Uncle Phil

Party at the crib, fefe at the crib
Kickback at the crib, hella Henny/piff
Get down where we live
Party at the crib, fefe at the crib
Kickback at the crib, shorty bring a friend
You know what it is

Party at the crib... ugh
Fefe at the crib... yea
Kickback at the crib... aye
Damn this shit is lit... what
Party at the crib... ugh
Fefe at the crib... yea
Kickback at the crib... ugh
Get down where we live... aye

When it comes to this, niggas know I been nice
Im steaming... like a bowl of Uncle Ben rice
Party at the crib, tip is full of biznites
And you ain't getting in without no motherf*cking invite
That's what it is and what it's been like
If you ain't bring no bitches, your on thin ice... aye
I'm balling on these niggas like im Glen Rice
And we just in here vibing, tryna get right
It's a party full of real ones, but we aint bring no poles out
Except the one that's in the living room, with the hoes round it
We just in here chiefing like some Rastas
Yea, its a fiesta in la casa
We pouring shots up like we mobsters
Cuz its a fefe in la casa
Don't come round here with no problems
Or I'll kick your ass out my mi casa

Party at the crib... ugh
Fefe at the crib... yea
Kickback at the crib... aye
Damn this shit is lit... what
Party at the crib... ugh
Fefe at the crib... yea
Kickback at the crib... ugh
Get down where we live... aye