Where The Party At? - E-40

Forget it man, I can’t lie

I’m drunk as a skunk but I’m nothin' fly

I shoots the game, the gift of spit

The gift of gab, boy, the gift is ripped

Good with the skill that makes ya feel it

Those that don’t wanna feel it need to kill it

Knows that I can gigiddy go when it’s time to

Get on the M-I-C-R-O-

P-H-O-N-E It’s me the hustler E-40

With them brandy seperators as if it was funky

A brother like me don’t hang around no suckers that be faulty

I be puttin' the group up in the boot

Be puttin' the peas up in the pod

Left the cookies in the jar, now I’m a rap star

The rapologist, I pull a 40 out of my ball cap

Then I flush it down my esophagus

Cause partner ain’t never been no punk in this

I’m so serious brother, I got meals, wheels

And about seven thousand dollars worth of bills

Givin' up deals, hills let em' go for a lil' bit a nothin'

As I showcase my skills for rid-neal

There’s a party over here, a party over there

A party everywhere… put ya hands up

There’s a party over here, a party over there

A party everywhere

Pullin' up in the club about eleven

I place my feet and hit the beat and kept the engine revvin'

I got a lil' doja that I’m finna' to break down

Roll em' up in a zag, lick em' stick em' and clown

I’m fully dig with a fit, my game is on hit

I got tenders on my tip cause I’m livin' with this

Goin tight with the knack, and puttin' in scratch

Brothas better have a tight grip on they stuff, man, cause I’m bout to snatch

Ya botch and she loves it she’ll be mobbin' up in the Cutlass

Puffin' on some of this chronic while I’m gettin' her straight pantyless

What about the drought season, they be lookin' for a reason

It’s like Thanksgiving without the feastin'

Extra manish how I’m livin' and my name is groupie

It’s Mr. 30−30 givin' up game to all you hoochies

Britches I be sportin' stone cold boots and sometimes Jordans

Saggin' and grabbin' my little pecker

Talkin' about sick on my gold better

I remember when crevice was hard to come by back in the days before I was in

junior high

All they wanted to do is kiss and let me play with they vagina

I got my freshen up, I put on my chucks, hopin' some down with pluck

The finest botch on the playground, the one with the big ass butt

40 I love you, I miss you, I need you

In retrospect to who?

Batch come anew, batch come anew

Cause we makes like thugs

Get twisted in the parking lot before we go up in the clubs

Hugs and kisses, gotta make sure we got our gloves

Hugs and kisses, E-40, Kaveo and Young Mugz

Hugs and kisses, straight to the bar no time to waste

Kickin' em' back while they take the place

Order me a shot of that nuclear waste

Thinkin' they about to beat my face

Oh no, I’m nothin' but a professional

Oh no, we’re nothin' but professionals

Hoochies all in my face with some of that dope water

Brothers already pervin off some of that swamp water

So I’mma make a toast to the most

Mobbish lookin' brothers in the citay midnay

Cause brothers gotta get the shit that’s really gidnay

Batches on our jock, batches on our jock

We might have to throw thangs to these brothas

That’s a Captain Save a botch

They wanna be like the big boys and sport big boots

They wanna be like the big boys and sport triple X suits

I got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me

I got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me

I got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me

I got love for D-Boys cause D-Boys got love from me

We in this baby boy pervin'

E-40 N' the Mossie

And I’m still down with The C-L-I-C-K

Comin' yo way in the 94'

The 95', it don’t stop boy ain’t no jive

Sell the rest of them tapes boy

Where the deposit at, where mine at

Oh for real, I’m out

Where’s the party at… Where's the party at

Where’s the party at, where’s the party at, where’s the party at