Everybody grab your drinks and stick up in the air right now ... You know what's comin' next ... Who's ready to party? Everybody grab somebody ... This Armani of York, let's get the summer jumpin'...
We in the club tonight, so make it right Girls bouncin' round, they outta sight Just have fun, no need to fight Well let's 'party', let me ignite you Industry killer, just ask Michael Cuz life repeats itself in cycles Grab a drink, or the bathroom sink Shake that ass girl, no time to think Grab a friend, bring the passion in Salt with tequila gotta smash it in This Friday night, we drunk again My crew with me and we always win This 'Private Stock' is what we sippin' on' At Four AM, still get our tippin' on Bouncin' round when we hear this song So do the same girl, and get your party on
1 AM \"get it\", 2 AM \"get it\" 3 AM \"get it\", 4 AM \"We still partying\"
I can see your sweat drip, down to your hips Then I see you shake it off, and pound your fist Say Armani's the man, he's the business Well you alright girl, you could be my mistress But first, you gotta grab this ring and kiss it And get low, like a motherfuckin' midget Bounce on this dick, and ride with it Head out to the telly, let me slide in it Then I call up my man's, we ridin' quick We the kings of the shit, we decided it Rollin' round L.A, and we high as shit Call up Kelly dawg, to find us some bitches We run this city bouncin' round like switches Tryin' to stay on the low cuz we dodgin' kisses Travel round with the rock, like L.A Clippers And we go on stage and we dance with strippers Play a bitch like a violin do the dishes When we get home girl, make you wet like fishes And I'll beat that pussy up, like Sid Vicious/
Well I'm the Ace of Base I face and place the cake The weight mixed with bakin' soda It was nice to know ya The bubbles in the pot lookin' really hot There's trouble stirrin' up the rock Will circle 'round the block And it won't stop until it drops Like these bitches on the floor, just grind that core Push that ass down, then bring it up for more And go and show me what you got in store Call you Wal-Mart, baby it's all there I would kill for you, I'd bring the warfare Porsche there, takin' you home, make 'em all stare Pause there, speak French like Voltaire Slide up to Paris, got a couple whores there Bouncin' round to this song, it ain't wrong Everlast, I bring the storm, you the calm