Project Party

By Cuban Link

On 24K

Released on September 26, 2000

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[Verse 1: Cuban Link]

Soon as the party starts, I'm at the bar gargling Bacardi dark

Talking to broads, sparking up blunts with my bodyguards

Terror Squad, pa, we like the Gotti mob, quick to let the shotty spark

Turn your bodsi boys, into body parts

Got some heart, now you think you Rocky Balboa

I can cock you up raw, grab the MAC and blast off

Have you running out the back door, with a cracked jaw

With my gat clapping at you like a round of applause

And that's all, what you ask for is what you get

Shit, I′d rather dance my ass off and take a chick to my crib

And get her pants off, quicker than Trinidad's fist

And get the hand off and slip it to my nigga SunKiss

On some fun shit, tongue her down, and cum on the tits

Cause we don't front miss, after this we running the triz

So come and get it, if you want it, if you got it, baby, flaunt it

Get up on it, if you 'bout it, we can rock until the morning, ya heard


[Chorus]

How many thugs in the club want to fuck tonight?

Just about evеry thug in the party

How many bitches in the club want to fuck tonight?

Just about еvery bitch in the party

So all my kitties, rub your titties if you feeling right

Nigga, just pass us the blunts and Bacardi

But if you motherfuckers want to get it on tonight

No doubt about it, we can all get rowdy

[Verse 2: SunKiss, Cuban Link]

Since I've been rocking flows

No more packing backs and moppin' floors

Chopping O′s, telling these fiends to cop and go

Now I'm in the Caribbean, burning lots of dro

With the Rasta hoes, weahchopoweasyo

Grab her by the dreads, shove my meat right between her cocoa bread

Give me loco head in the sofa bed, leave that choco dead

From killer strokes, neighbors downstairs

Even chandeliers from the ceiling broke

Don′t get it twisted, I ain't only a lover, I′m a fighter

Scratcher, puncher, kicker, choker, biter

Stabber, shooter, take ya bitch, and grab her hooters

Give her Flintstone, rock cock, then yabbadabba do her

How many bitches in the club, is intelligent?

How many niggas feel, that shit is irrelevant?

The dumber, the quicker, hit some of this liquor, bitch

We coming to get ya, so put your tongue on a nigga and lick it


[Chorus]

How many thugs in the club want to fuck tonight?

Just about every thug in the party

How many bitches in the club want to fuck tonight?

Just about every bitch in the party

So all my kitties, rub your titties if you feeling right

Nigga, just pass us the blunts and Bacardi

But if you motherfuckers want to get it on tonight

No doubt about it, we can all get rowdy

[Verse 3: Cuban Link, SunKiss]

Ya want beef, don't risk it

It′s suicide, like getting your wrist slit

Shit, my Limp Bizkit go pop like NSYNC

So keep your distance, you don't know me, man

I'll beat you senseless, if you fuck with me or my fam

My guns bam bam like barney bubble son

Always troublesome, stick you for your pack of bubble gum

And don't chew none of them

Catch me with Pun and them, trizzed out, in a benz tank

Five guns, three bats, four grenades, and ten shanks

At point blank range, my joint takes aim

I don′t play games, yeah, I'm a thug and I just can't change

Up in the club, getting fucked up from champagne

A man's game, guns dirty, but keep my hands clean

Cuckoo like Cocoa Puffs, fake thugs, thinking you so so tough

I'ma let the foe foe bust, run up on your whip

Leave your body leaning on your frontward clutch

Laugh and roll a dutch, then dash, when kobo touch


[Chorus]

How many thugs in the club want to fuck tonight?

Just about every thug in the party

How many bitches in the club want to fuck tonight?

Just about every bitch in the party

So all my kitties, rub your titties if you feeling right

Nigga, just pass us the blunts and Bacardi

But if you motherfuckers want to get it on tonight

No doubt about it, we can all get rowdy

How many thugs in the club want to fuck tonight?

Just about every thug in the party

How many bitches in the club want to fuck tonight?

Just about every bitch in the party

So all my kitties, rub your titties if you feeling right

Nigga, just pass us the blunts and Bacardi

But if you motherfuckers want to get it on tonight

No doubt about it, we can all get rowdy