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Tekster: B2K. Smellz Like a Party.

Oh, a hundred bottles of beer, oh, oh, O.G, T.U.G.
Y'all know how we get down, M.H.
Smell like a party to me
T Scott on the track, this how we get down
O, tell 'em what you're talkin' about

I, step off into the party like a real O.G
Got about 40 or 50 girls behind me
They all must be waitin' for my pool party
I'm just tryin' to find the one with the biggest booty

Bathing suits, tight bikinis
No alcohol, 'cuz I'm a little too young to drink
Got the crib to myself, lemme think
What should I do, why don't y'all tell me?

Ladies everywhere, hey
All the fellas everywhere, ho
Got the crib to ourself, what should we do?
Hmm, it smellz like a party

La, la, la, la, la, hey
La, la, la, la, la, ho
La, la, la, la, la, hey
La, la, la, it smellz like a party

Oh, we're tryin' to party with my man, O.G. tonight
All the ladies, put your hands in the air
Fellas, dance to this shit, come on

I got on, all my ice made from Jacob the Jeweler
I'm home alone feelin' like Ferris Beuller
Mami, you're fine, but your friends' much cuter
It doesn't matter 'cuz no one's a loser

So fresh, so clean, doin' what I'm doin'
There's this one chick that I'm thinkin' of pursuin'
An' I can tell by her smile that she's thinkin' the same thing
So what should I do? Why don't y'all tell me

Ladies everywhere, hey
All the fellas everywhere, ho
Got the crib to ourself, what should we do?
Hmm, it smellz like a party

La, la, la, la, la, hey
La, la, la, la, la, ho
Got the crib to ourself, what should we do?
La, la, la, it smellz like a party

Ladies everywhere, hey
All the fellas everywhere, ho
Got the crib to ourself, what should we do?
Hmm, it smellz like a party

La, la, la, la, la, hey
La, la, la, la, la, ho
La, la, la, la, la, hey
La, la, la, it smellz like a party

Ay man, don't give him that bottle man
Yo, give me that bottle, man
You too young to drink, man
Whats wrong witchu ?

Yo, Oryan ain't old enough to drink, nigga
Gimme that Yak back an' let the homie Blaq crack that
Study my mack tack, I'm sicker than ruby red
With a booty play, tongue spit game like my oozzies spread

Braka ka ka ya, oh, you pimpin'
Ha ha ha, parties, bras, breast like a motto now
All tha ladies say, "Mama se, mama ma co si"
Spanish girls feel like I'm in a Bonco Papo Lowe

She loved the brand on my chest an' my arm
Askin' me did it hurt when I burnt them on
She a freak, askin' me was an tha palm
'Cuz I was turnin' her on with my erotic charm

We in the house party, 'bout to go skinny dippin'
If Oyran momma come home, his ass gon' get a whippin'
On punishment for tha grade period
But right now T.U.G Clique ain't hearin' shh

Ladies everywhere, hey
All the fellas everywhere, ho
Got the crib to ourself, what should we do?
Hmm, it smellz like a party

La, la, la, la, la, hey
La, la, la, la, la, ho
La, la, la, la, la, hey
La, la, la, it smellz like a party

Ladies everywhere, hey
All the fellas everywhere, ho
Got the crib to ourself, what should we do?
Hmm, it smellz like a party

La, la, la, la, la, hey
La, la, la, la, la, ho
La, la, la, la, la, hey
La, la, la, it smellz like a party

A platinum status, T.U.G, B2K, the whole family, you know
M.H., we out