come and party with me (hey) Yeah, baby, come and party with me (hey) Yeah, baby, come and party with me (hey) Yeah, baby, come and party with me (hey) Yeah, baby, come and party with
Traduzione: LL Cool J. Come And Party With Me.
and give me room i'm servin' shit constantly tune and laughin' like a ticklish babboon on the way to the moon w/a stick and a broom and the cream of
rock and pop, bounce and pounce So hit me Just taste the funk and hit me Just get on down and hit me Bambaataa's gettin' so funky, now hit me Every piece
is real like Special Ed Gettin shot at with a shotty and I wish I had a jet to hit, maximum thrust 'fore they bust one and hit me Square in the back cain
half an ounce and he can't fuck with me Cause I got a few, supermodels hangin on my sleeve 30 niggaz from the hood with Chucks and white tees And we don
party down [J-Ro] We came to party, we came to party, we came to party [Tash] Yes to party down [J-Ro] We came to party, we came to party, we came to
And you'll be wonderin', "You think he went to Hell for all that shit he said? " I'm formin' a group with real criminals Chi Ali, Steady-B, Cool C, rappers with
Got To Cool Off Catch Me On The Driving Range Well I'm The Ladies' Choise Like I Was J.J. Evans Legalize The Weed And I'll Say Thank Heavens I'm Talking
clubs with my man Jeff singing reggae dub with Perm, TM, Ian, and KG, Kirk E. Fresh, me I'm Mingus and our boy J-E. Merch guys and roadies around the
tantrum I'll be alone in a mansion, and it's snowing in the Hamptons Regardless of what these fools say, I'ma be around longer than 'Cool J Armed with
hype And alright and alright Too damn hype And alright and there's a party and a fight Too damn hype And we're ripping it up Too damn hype And everybody
party hard, like Ludacris Kim and Shock and them We in that sunshine state where the bomb-ass hen be And hemp be the beats we flip thee and we pimps
party hard, like Ludacris Kim and Shock and them We in that sunshine state where the bomb-ass hen be And hemp be the beats we flip thee and we pimps thee
Mound, down, deep in the south with the brothers with the curls and gold teeth in they mouth and the cheverolet impalas with the craters and vogues fo'teef, with
really your enemies, with secret indentities and disguises, to hide they true colors So just when you think you close enough to be brothers they wanna come back and