Party Animal - Ghetts, Kano, MYKL

Champagne in my throat

For every day I was broke

I’m getting bread

So I be raising a toast, I’m like «Cheers!»

«Here's to the years there weren’t a reason we could celebrate (The good life)»

Weed so loud I need a hearing aid

Whenever we roll out, man ah regulate

Bread, bring the seagulls round, check the resume

She know G-H-E-double-T-O's ego’s like Nino’s

But anyway

Gyaldem are surprised when they see man on the dance floor

Like why, what d’you think I’m in the dance for?

Now I gotta tell a black beauty I’m a dark horse

Knightrider, I let the car talk

Party animal, ain’t no rest for the wicked

And I am bad like Mike was

Black gloves, white socks

Leather jacket with the zips, my gosh

All the freaks so chic

Stepping out, living large like party animals

And we get so deep

Mandy ain’t letting me sleep, party animals

All the freaks so chic

Stepping out, living large like party animals

Where the waitress?

There, line 'em up

Jaegerbomb, tequila, line 'em up

No beef, so cuz, you bought a knife for what?

My nigga looked like Puffy but we shined him up

Ask about me

A dance without me?

It’s like Bad Boys without Mike Lowery

Beenie Man without no Bounty

So Solid Crew without no Audi

All-black everything type of affair

Black creps, black hooligans

C63 outside

A black backseat, two black Nubians

Feeling like I’m Caesar, gyaldem call me Julius

Party animals, ain’t no rest for the wicked

And I am bad like Mike was

Leather jacket, black gloves

White socks with the loafers, my gosh

Bottles with no sorrows

Surrounded by models without morals

All my niggas macks, no Donald’s

We be living like there ain’t no tomorrow