your body lose control. Life ain't nothing but a party, and The Party ain't over yet. You live your life to only do one thing, have a good time and let
Tradução: Parte. La vida no es más que un partido.
Mny fly ass can't be stopped no flight delay Gotta a crew of bad bitches Call em the nice girls Yo bitches look scary But she ain't no spice girl It's
door cause I had a few Leave the stage with a crowd of bitches grabbin you Probally not, I got a angel who won't say a curse A rap bitch thats always
rappers ain't doing no telling Bailing with an attitude and that ain't nothing and ain't no telling if dude gonna blast you But got it confused, I break
ain't there I got a head with no screws in it, what can I do One life to live but I got nothing to lose, just me and you on a one way trip to prison,
but love *chorus repeats for a while w/o 2Pac* Oaktown -- [singers] ain't got nuttin but love for ya ain't got nuttin but love for ya (repeats to fade
20 knives in the club Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show me love When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna fuck But homie ain't nothing
the real MC's. But ain't no chance Opposing forces got the upper hand. Do as they command to keep them from suffering. [Chorus] See, I don't know everything But
re love ain't enough-OW! You're just a party party party boy yeah oh baby You're just a party party party boy! From the moment I walked into your life
down like a playa should Sing-a-long now! [Lil Mo (Lil Bow Wow)] Come on everybody won't you bounce with me (Check me out now) Cause a party ain't party
Boy] [Ya Boy:] Ain't nothing but a Malibu Party [Colette Carr:] 27 miles, scenic beauty Got a pocketful of hunks, gon' make some change Got a pocketful
playing possum I got the X-ray vision Ain't nothing poppin while the tears who interfere And the fears they disappear (Chorus) (B-Real) Don't want to do it but
tricks For a bunch of well-heeled hicks And held up a red six ...One said: "that's a black seven..." I don't like throwing Parties like that But I love
the streets Who wouldn't fall in love, with a life like this Hittin' hoes that's priceless In tight icebergs shit You can blame the drugs It ain't gon
you'll be stopping by talking to a friend again, swear you ain't never tasted nothing so pure. When you come home, what you gonna do oh brother, oh brother. Don't
off your tights Have a G night, night, getting head on a flight flight 20 hour flight, I ain't never been a hater motherfucker I ain't got no time Young
to your heart Spiritually through the portal now my words as a mortal Plan to leave without a fight I plant a seed I give life Though I can't see past