Listen to Have a Party (feat. 50 Cent & Nate Dogg) by Mobb Deep

Have a Party (feat. 50 Cent & Nate Dogg)

Mobb Deep

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
50 Cent
50 Cent
Vocals
Nate Dogg
Nate Dogg
Vocals
Fredwreck
Fredwreck
Keyboards
Havoc
Havoc
Vocals
Prodigy
Prodigy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Farid Nassar
Farid Nassar
Songwriter
Nathaniel Hale
Nathaniel Hale
Songwriter
Curtis James Jackson
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter
JOHNSON ALBERT
JOHNSON ALBERT
Songwriter
Kejuan Muchita
Kejuan Muchita
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fredwreck
Fredwreck
Producer
Pat Viala
Pat Viala
Recording Engineer
K. Miller
K. Miller
Recording Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

This is how we do it, when we do it Like we just wanna tear the club up We do it like ain't nothing to it, the way we do it Now e'rybody put your fucking hands up, let's go Hey! (Mobb) go ahead and have a party if you want to (D-D-Deep) Now, now, now, now, come on (D-D-Deep) Hey! Go ahead and touch your body like you want to (D-D-Deep) Now, now, now, now - come on You heard about the kid, you know how I rock Went from pumping bags on the block, straight to the top So the money ain't a thing now, yeah, that's right Mansion after mansion, next stop the Hamptons I splurge with it, I'm so absurd with it Got the hunger to go get it, 'cause I wan' go spend it You know how a boss player play, nigga, I'm balling If there's money to be made, I'm all in Catch me in a cherry red Porsche, beige seats, red piping You want me to teach you how to stunt, a'ight then Tattoos on the arm, 30 karats on the charm 'Cause the flow be the bomb, learn to respect the Don First night if I don't hit, second night I'm on some shit Third night we call it quits, I ain't fucking with the bitch Success is my drug of choice, I'm high off life Another move another mill', let's get right - a'ight? Hey! (Mobb) go ahead and have a party if you want to (D-D-Deep) Nah, nah, nah, nah (come on) I'm pumpin' on (D-D-Deep) Hey! Go ahead and touch your body like you want to (D-D-Deep) Now, now, now, now - come on You could, catch me cocking the fifth, got me rocking with Fif' Now that's why you see the keys to the Bent' Got my niggas moving the bricks, it don't stop And a million dollar deal, homey, get that gwap See dudes get comfy, money ain't long enough Come spit one verse, my whole crib's coughed up Ma, I got a fetish, fucking in them Porsche trucks Curtis got one so when I finished I tossed her Y'all into wifing, we don't condone lifing Only fuck with bitches that, got they liquor license Shop high prices, shook all vices Infamous nigga got the game in a vice grip Chain 100k but the flow is priceless Anything less? We rolling them dices Nuts in the sand if you ain't bumping my shit Shorty wanna rip to my sound and my likeness Hey! (Mobb) go ahead and have a party if you want to (D-D-Deep) Nah, nah, nah, nah (come on) I'm pumpin' on (D-D-Deep) Hey! Go ahead and touch your body like you want to (D-D-Deep) Now, now, now, now - come on Listen - you can call me Bandana P or V.I.P My wrists could buy a bitch a Ph.D. My rings alone could pay for you to eat For the next few years I'm so icy kid My flow is long money, my face is Hollywood My tattoos gon' keep me with a thug part though My attitude is universal, get harmed - call money When we get back to Queens we gon' hurt you Can't afford to ride, you getting stomped out I got a team of dimes, they all thonged out Ready to line you up and take you out My girls is hot, man, they hard to turn down You pee in your drawers looking like you're Mexican After lil' shorty wop wop break you off a lil' bit You so stupid, we so much rich And who bragging? I'm just trying holler at the chicks like Hey! (Mobb) go ahead and have a party if you want to (D-D-Deep) Nah, nah, nah, nah (come on) I'm pumpin' on (D-D-Deep) Hey! Go 'head and touch your body like you want to (D-D-Deep) Nah, nah, nah, nah (come on) I'm pumpin' on (D-D-Deep) Hey! Go 'head and chase that paper, get your game tight Nah, nah, nah, nah I'm pumpin' on Hey! Go ahead come home with me, let's do it all night Nah, nah, nah, nah I'm pumpin' on (hey)
Writer(s): Kejuan Muchita, Albert Johnson, Nathaniel Hale, Fredrick Farid Nassar, Curtis J Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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