N.L. Party - Soulja Slim, Big Ed, Prime Suspects

Uhhhhh, ha ha Yall like that huh

The party don’t stop yo Check it out

Ain’t no party like a No Limit party cause a No Limit party don’t stop

Ain’t no party like a no limit party cause a no limit party don’t stop

We got this motherfucking party on lockdown

We all family in this bitch so we put our Glock down

A pound Magnolia in the calliop

Bout it bout it motherfuck it, the whole world knows

Now the party don’t stop cause we bout it

Don’t make me get my soldiers out the back and get rowdy

Where the niggas at, how you do dat there?

Motherfuckers uptown nigga we don’t care

Cause that we do shit, it just don’t stop

I gotta fresh ampolla and it’s sittin on drop

I can’t fly when I jump shot I’m bringin this clean

Cause my boy bringin noise like a truck full of fifteens

All I gotta do is squeeze the right

Squeeze when it’s right in the heat of the night

Told two niggas better defeat the world fo fish (fo fish)

The killas fo spot, fo block and fo clock

I move more hoes lets go hot when I’m ready to pull shot, pull shots

I know when I breed em, hold down for sure

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through the mack and New York

Full time, four W-D plus, shots, niggas get rushed out

Bust the guts out and No Limit soldiers had enough shots

Cut throats to the fullest, keep a niggas hemp out

Toe to toe we make noise, action packed we slang boys

Trenitty flexing real shits

Cut throat committed hurry hurry and we in this bitch

I’ll be the nigga that they call Feano

And I roll with a click called Gambinos

Knows in the shoulders who the fuck we be

Worldwide motherfuckers out that 1−2-3

Started off as a youngster kickin up dust

Until I slain motherfuckers who be ready to bust

Give a fuck

Gotti be the title that I hold for sure

Pokin hoes after shows with my nigga Feano

Hit the scheme for your cream if you know what I mean

Triple beam when I’m in it fourteen

Niggas telling me to keep it at ease, but they ain’t feeling me

Studio B’s if you pull em at ease, from New Orleans to ???

Big Ed attacking, bred a No Limit soldier

Gettin bad with me, I screw your head off your shoulders

I’m rollin with killers, thug niggas and convicts

But I love the way you lick your lips

The way you bounce that ass baby gets me kind of hot

Goin out with me, ten out of nine cherries pops

(Uhhhhhhh)

P threw a party down in New Orleans

Hoes pop pussies, fuck, you know what that means

Jump in the cut roll a fat one up

Fire it up, better love cause a soldier don’t stut, yeah

I gotta pound of rocks so it’s on and poppin

The party ain’t stoppin so don’t leave for cops

I drink toxic, from the brow I’m been, G

Weed and hennesy, that shit was meant for me

Yeah, yeah, niggas fall straight through the door (through the door)

Soldiers greet soldiers hollerin bout why (why, why)

Why let em roam (let em roam)

Type of niggas make history, and yeah what (yeah what)

Really don’t give a fuck

This a No Limit party, who got the blunts and the forties

Woah!

Motherfucker it’s me, the M-A-C (who)

You know my steed when I enter

I’m lookin for a bitch bout cold as the winter

Is it cool to fuck, I’m tryin to do somethin, run through somethin

Cause the spin in the change about nothin

You know my name, know what’s tap

You know I rap, I’m a motherfucking mack

Baby girl and it’s like that, it’s a No Limit party

My nigga Snoop brought the weed, Slim brought the liquor

C brought the cash and I brought the stripper

Freak ho shake that ass while niggas tip her

Got a pocket full of rubbers so we all goin hit her

Bitch cleaner then Mr. Clean, a nigga decked out

Eyes hella red, Kane and Abel sessed out

Respect the tank, nigga stick my chest out

And this how we do it in the dirty south

Woah, please somebody tell me where the party at

I’m tired of holding back, I wanna shine in my cadillac

I’m here representing a soldier named Slim

See the tank on this neck, see the ice on this wrist

Picture this, I’m riding with Snoop Doggy Dogg

And so yall don’t worry bout the corners, we smokin till the morning

Yall just keep the bitches, now we on the way

Hold on man I think Snoop got somethin to say

Think fast when you dunk, cause I won’t front

And when it’s time to dunk I won’t be no punk

I’ll just pick the heater up and bust a shot

I’m the last nigga up to rock the spot

I’m represent a nigga to the fullest cause

And if yall wanna trip, we tear this club up (tear it up)

Huh bro, nigga nigga what, I’m tryin to bust again

I’m likin likin, I want some real pimp shit

Mo B. D. feel me niggas out the sess

Drink for drink and think to put in the fitty

Will he be that same nigga blowin doshia (say what)

Check this out, get the fuck out, party over