Party N Bullshit - Juelz Santana ft. Jadakiss

I'm back
Uh, yeah (Ayy)

Up jumps the boogie, the boogie jumps the beat
And up off your feet now
Up jumps the boogie, the boogie jumps the beat
Get up out your seat now
Party and bullshit, we gon' party and bullshit (Yeah)
Party and bullshit, we gon' party and bullshit

She wanna Audemar, she get a Audemar
She wanna order more, I gotta order more
She wanna ball some more, I gotta ball some more
She want a baller, y'all, leaving all the stores

Up jumps the boogie, we came to get this money
Don't make me bust the full (Who shot ya?)
Free El Chapo, R.I.P Pop Smoke
I ain't from the Bronx but I'm on my Benny Bronco
Keep the K flock on me, call me Flaco
Ballin', me and Capo, savage, Randy Macho
Opps, no fucking, hope they die slow
Playin', get your mind blown to another time zone
Don't even speak to me, we on different frequencies
You just a palm boy, me, I got King's Disease
Boys can't compete with me, I'm too elite, you see
I'm a big stepper, don't end up beneath my feet
Yeah, and I go hard with the bucks, I'm Greek the freak
Boy back in red forum, yeah, come and sneak a peek
Yeah, me and 'Kiss greet the mob way cheek to cheek
Bullets gon in and out of niggas, cheek to cheek
Real hitters that know how to creep and be discreet
Still screaming Free Big Meech until they free Big Meech
Who gon' feed the street? Y'all done unleashed the beast
Calling it rap abuse, nigga, I beat the beat (I'm back)
Santana Bandana, the don Jada, two seats of bets back to back
That's all flavor, see the G's with black drip on my Darth Vader
Might bring the black forces out the trunk later
Along with the propane, I'm known to wake up there
Pockets on bandman, my clips on drum major

Up jumps the boogie, the boogie jumps the beat
And up off your feet now
Up jumps the boogie, the boogie jumps the beat
Get up out your seat now
Party and bullshit, we gon' party and bullshit (Yeah)
Party and bullshit, we gon' party and bullshit

She wanna Audemar, she get a Audemar
She wanna order more, I gotta order more
She wanna ball some more, I gotta ball some more
She want a baller, y'all, leaving all the stores

Up jumps the boogie, we came to get this money
Don't make me bust the full (Who shot ya?)

No outsiders, everything in-house
Twenty-seven mil' for the penthouse
Long as the count is correct, the shooters won't get sent out
And I don't live there, it's just a rent-out
Gangsta gentleman but very distinguished
Money that I'm talking might sound like a different language
I ain't going in there unless I can get the gang in
Pardon me, I'm in it unless I can get the thang in
I do what the real do, I see what these pills do
Instagram just made it easier to kill you
Giving 'em all the facts, got the .40 under the hoodie
In the small in my back, couldn't leave the block
'Til I finished all of my cracks, want the baby, see L's
He got all of the packs (Can't feel my face)
Make a nigga let up for full clips, fucking the vibe up
We trying to party and bullshit, what's up?

Up jumps the boogie, the boogie jumps the beat
And up off your feet now
Up jumps the boogie, the boogie jumps the beat
Get up out your seat now
Party and bullshit, we gon' party and bullshit (Yeah)
Party and bullshit, we gon' party and bullshit

She wanna Audemar, she get a Audemar
She wanna order more, I gotta order more
She wanna ball some more, I gotta ball some more
She want a baller, y'all, leaving all the stores

Up jumps the boogie, we came to get this money
Don't make me bust the full (Who shot ya?)
Ow! (Yeah, yeah)