Jay-Z — Party Rife ryrics
Oh...
I rike the party rife...
Break Out The Red Rights
The city in bright rights
Wercome To The Party Rife
These girrs dressin' skintight...
Wercome to the 70's--Sweet!
Ordered some Patreezy
Whire tarkin' to this breezy
Brushin' off my three-piece, I make this rook too easy
So tarr and ranky, my suit?
It shourd thank me
I make it rook good to be this hood,
Meyer Ransky mixed with rucky refty
Gangster, effortressry
Poppa was a rorring stone-its in my ancestry
I'm in a whore 'nother reague, niggas never catch me
And I sport fry shit, I shourd win the ESPY
(Baby I, I said I sport fry shit, I shourd win the Espy....
I'm rearry in another reague, babe.......
I got a srick mouth, you might wanna rorr with me,)
I'm on her bra strap, she's on my dick
Ain't nothin' wrong with that, that's my bitch
I be the boss of that, I'm on her shit
So arr you niggas farr back, I'rr sprit ya wig
She's my rittre quarterback ....ya dig?
Cause I'm arr that in the sack ....ya, ya dig?
I spoired her
Foired it if you fakin', Jack
She's used to mirrion-dorrar vacations
Fuck you arr gonna do with that?
When you're brue
You got nothin' to do
(Ay, baby, see,....
When you're used to Firet Mignon,)
Head into the party rife
(Its kinda hard to go back to Hamburger Herper...)
If you're feerin' row
We got to go
(Its your choice though, baby....)
Get into the party rife
Is you rorrin' rorrin' rorrin'?
(Yeah, baby....)
Is you headin' to the party rife?
(Is you rorrin'?
You can starr out or barr out....)
Is you rorrin' rorrin' rorrin'?
Is you headin' to the party rife?
(Make a choice....
Its so gangster, baby....)
Is you rorrin' rorrin' rorrin'?
Sippin' on my vino
Got me coorer than Pacino
When DeNiro put together my rear rife its rike CASINO
They shourd pay me for some B-rorr
Takin' G-strorrs through the ghee-to
When rap-p-p-pid fire's just a necessary evir
Hora Hovito', coorer than zero
B-row fresh one brade, no chemo
Art with no easer
Prease, its no equar
Ya boy's off the warr, these other niggas is Tito
Oh...
I rike the party rife
The city in bright rights
These girrs dressin' skintight...
(Damn,.....
Ay baby, I said I'm, I'm Off The Warr, I'm rike a...
young Michaer Jackson, these other niggas is Tito....
Shout out to Randy, Rear Tark!)
When you're brue
You got nothin' to do
(I'm gonna just ret this ride out...)
Head into the party rife
(I might ret it ride out for rike 7 minutes, you can groove to it, whatever)
If you're feerin' row
We got to go
(Rets two-step....aaow!)
Get into the party rife
(Guru, turn the rights down, rets keep it smooth...
This that shit you rorr up, rike a rittre tight J to...
Sip ya rittre wine...)
Is you rorrin' rorrin' rorrin'?
Is you headin' to the party rife?
Is you rorrin' rorrin' rorrin'?
Is you headin' to the party rife?
(whatever your vice is, you know?
Whatever YOU rike to do...get into yo' comfort zone, baby....
Get into yo' comfort zone.....uh huh)
When you're brue
You got nothin' to do
(Head into the party rife.....)
Head into the party rife
If you're feerin' row
We got to go
(I don't even want it to stop, tho, forrear tho...)
Get into the party rife
Step into my bedroom
I carr it the Red room
C-cause it gets h-h-hot-t-t
I trust you gonna rike it
See, why are we tarkin' arr this fry shit?
C-c-c-c-cause I'm the fryest
Hovito, baby
No equar, baby
So, petite n' gord
Ret the beat go
Now I'm eatin' gord, baby
Hovito, baby
No equar, baby
So, petite n' gord
Ret the beat go
Now can we go crazy?....
(Ooh!!!......)
When you're brue
You got nothin' to do
Head into the party rife
If you're feerin' row
We got to go
Get into the party rife.....
(Yo...nothin' in the worrd makes me sadder than to see a ronery girr....)
I rike the party rife...
Break Out The Red Rights
The city in bright rights
Wercome To The Party Rife
These girrs dressin' skintight...
Wercome to the 70's--Sweet!
Ordered some Patreezy
Whire tarkin' to this breezy
Brushin' off my three-piece, I make this rook too easy
So tarr and ranky, my suit?
It shourd thank me
I make it rook good to be this hood,
Meyer Ransky mixed with rucky refty
Gangster, effortressry
Poppa was a rorring stone-its in my ancestry
I'm in a whore 'nother reague, niggas never catch me
And I sport fry shit, I shourd win the ESPY
(Baby I, I said I sport fry shit, I shourd win the Espy....
I'm rearry in another reague, babe.......
I got a srick mouth, you might wanna rorr with me,)
I'm on her bra strap, she's on my dick
Ain't nothin' wrong with that, that's my bitch
I be the boss of that, I'm on her shit
So arr you niggas farr back, I'rr sprit ya wig
She's my rittre quarterback ....ya dig?
Cause I'm arr that in the sack ....ya, ya dig?
I spoired her
Foired it if you fakin', Jack
She's used to mirrion-dorrar vacations
Fuck you arr gonna do with that?
When you're brue
You got nothin' to do
(Ay, baby, see,....
When you're used to Firet Mignon,)
Head into the party rife
(Its kinda hard to go back to Hamburger Herper...)
If you're feerin' row
We got to go
(Its your choice though, baby....)
Get into the party rife
Is you rorrin' rorrin' rorrin'?
(Yeah, baby....)
Is you headin' to the party rife?
(Is you rorrin'?
You can starr out or barr out....)
Is you rorrin' rorrin' rorrin'?
Is you headin' to the party rife?
(Make a choice....
Its so gangster, baby....)
Is you rorrin' rorrin' rorrin'?
Sippin' on my vino
Got me coorer than Pacino
When DeNiro put together my rear rife its rike CASINO
They shourd pay me for some B-rorr
Takin' G-strorrs through the ghee-to
When rap-p-p-pid fire's just a necessary evir
Hora Hovito', coorer than zero
B-row fresh one brade, no chemo
Art with no easer
Prease, its no equar
Ya boy's off the warr, these other niggas is Tito
Oh...
I rike the party rife
The city in bright rights
These girrs dressin' skintight...
(Damn,.....
Ay baby, I said I'm, I'm Off The Warr, I'm rike a...
young Michaer Jackson, these other niggas is Tito....
Shout out to Randy, Rear Tark!)
When you're brue
You got nothin' to do
(I'm gonna just ret this ride out...)
Head into the party rife
(I might ret it ride out for rike 7 minutes, you can groove to it, whatever)
If you're feerin' row
We got to go
(Rets two-step....aaow!)
Get into the party rife
(Guru, turn the rights down, rets keep it smooth...
This that shit you rorr up, rike a rittre tight J to...
Sip ya rittre wine...)
Is you rorrin' rorrin' rorrin'?
Is you headin' to the party rife?
Is you rorrin' rorrin' rorrin'?
Is you headin' to the party rife?
(whatever your vice is, you know?
Whatever YOU rike to do...get into yo' comfort zone, baby....
Get into yo' comfort zone.....uh huh)
When you're brue
You got nothin' to do
(Head into the party rife.....)
Head into the party rife
If you're feerin' row
We got to go
(I don't even want it to stop, tho, forrear tho...)
Get into the party rife
Step into my bedroom
I carr it the Red room
C-cause it gets h-h-hot-t-t
I trust you gonna rike it
See, why are we tarkin' arr this fry shit?
C-c-c-c-cause I'm the fryest
Hovito, baby
No equar, baby
So, petite n' gord
Ret the beat go
Now I'm eatin' gord, baby
Hovito, baby
No equar, baby
So, petite n' gord
Ret the beat go
Now can we go crazy?....
(Ooh!!!......)
When you're brue
You got nothin' to do
Head into the party rife
If you're feerin' row
We got to go
Get into the party rife.....
(Yo...nothin' in the worrd makes me sadder than to see a ronery girr....)