Lyracs Lyrics

[Verse 1]

So black, made another track

Said "Charles don't hit 'em with that futuristic crap"

Take niggas back to when you did get wild

I said "Damn Black, i was diggin this style"

Downloaded the beat and cracked a really big smile

Damn, this fatboy really get's down!

Guess i gotta rap like an idiot now

It's already established i got the prettiest sound

Grittiest sound, The city's my crown

The studio's thrown, American Gangsta with an A

Cause i don't hold the chrome

On my earthling shit, nowhere close to home

See a gangsta is, as a gangsta does

That's why i stay gettin' gangsta love

"Yo Charles, you blacked with that joint you put on Myspace"

That's wassup, this is CHuck, get outta my face...

[Chorus]

I don't wanna party man, don't pick me up in the party van

Unless they blowin' that marley and, there's a big fuckin' bottle of bacardi then

I'll think about it, I don't wanna party man (x2)

I'll think about it (x2)

[Verse 2]

Blah blah verse two, first two bars

I don't wanna black on this verse too hard

If i did, it would be a canibus party track

Aka: A Garbage track, i don't want no parts of that

I got soul, ironic, cause I'm the heart of rap

Bret Hart of rap, bitches want my autograph

Stans want my autograph, on they starter cap

You a player coach, but where your starters at?

So smooth, get angry, get so rude

Winter time, so hot, summer time, soo cool

Fall back in the Spring hoes fallin in Autumn

They leave then i rake 'em, break 'em, and leave 'em

Shorty crazy, said she love SEMEN

Her momma sell COUCHES

And her daddy in the NAVY

[Bridge]

If she got a phat ass, never got an empty glass

And the nigga she came with, drivin a S-Class

Think about it, Think about it

If you can hear Dee talkin' bout he run the streets

Said "Anybody want beef, I'm goin straight to the jeep"

If he has to announce it, he lying through his teeth

He cool with the bouncers, so why you wanna beef?

Think about it (x4)