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After Party

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Hip-Hop

After Party was released on January 1, 2004 by Thump Records as a part of the album Drinks After 2

Song Details

AlbumDrinks After 2

Release DateJanuary 1, 2004

LabelThump Records

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM95

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Music Video

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PERFORMING ARTISTS

J.V. (Jay Bug)

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

J.V. (Jay Bug)

Songwriter

Lyrics

I can't move from the room, I'm stuck in the groove

The lights went out, must've blew a fuse

Party at my pad, plenty of booze

Plastered ass bastards drinks after two

Natural disasters happen after too much brew

I must be drunk cause I'm attracted to you

Now daddy get loose, move it or lose this

My style's the bomb and you can't defuse it

I gotta entertain, no more excuses

It's rude to leave your peeps feelin' excluded

Mix them gin up with lovely fruit juices

Turn up the music, new groupies recruited

Act right or get booted out for fuckin' actin' stupid

We party like rock stars, that's how we do it

Break down the industry and bust right through it

We got freaks in the living room gettin' it on

And every bitch in the house is wearin' a thong

We straight blazed out, faded and gone

Ain't nothin' wrong with getting your after party on

We got freaks in the living room gettin' it on

And every bitch in the house is wearin' a thong

We straight blazed out, faded and gone

Ain't nothin' wrong with getting your after party on

Who is it? Come over and visit

Shit, we mixin' cocktails up in the kitchen

Crumblin' herb on my crystal dishes

Sittin' around, stoned and bullshittin'

Liquor and gin sippin', watchin' chicks strippin'

Me and Corleone gettin' lifted and trippin'

Spliff after spliff, sittin' here chillin'

Discussin' plans to make a few million

While groupies be rubbin' they boobies

Up against each other in my damn jacuzzi

Folks in my living room rollin' up doobies

Watchin' my collection of Pacino movies

Excuse me, I see Mr. Right

He oozin' with cuteness and his style is tight

Mr. Right tonight, or Mr. Right now

I asked him for a Phillie, he handed me a White Owl

We got freaks in the living room gettin' it on

And every bitch in the house is wearin' a thong

We straight blazed out, faded and gone

Ain't nothin' wrong with getting your after party on

We got freaks in the living room gettin' it on

And every bitch in the house is wearin' a thong

We straight blazed out, faded and gone

Ain't nothin' wrong with getting your after party on

Now sweetie, what's your name and what's your sign?

Is you diggin' the crib? Cause this bitch is mine

Did you come with your chick? If you did, that's fine

Nothin' lasts forever, you'll find in time

Always another set of digits to dial

So get in where you fit in while I'm diggin' your style

I'm 'bout to throw these motherfuckers out right now

After party at my house be gettin' too loud

But we could chop it up, knock it out

Conversate, clown around, blaze a pound

And after they leave, you could stay if you're down

But everybody else has to fold up and bounce

You know you can't stop it

Freaks on the floor and freaks in my closet

Hardcore trippin', goin' psychotic

Puffin' on chronic, grown in the tropics

Really opens up your optics

We got freaks in the living room gettin' it on

And every bitch in the house is wearin' a thong

We straight blazed out, faded and gone

Ain't nothin' wrong with getting your after party on

We got freaks in the living room gettin' it on

And every bitch in the house is wearin' a thong

We straight blazed out, faded and gone

Ain't nothin' wrong with getting your after party on

Written by: J.V. (Jay Bug)

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