Morgue (K. Keith Mix)

Party at the morgue
Party at the morgue

Party over there
Women know the flame
I can't shame your fame
We brought the bottles
Club bringing the rain
Don Donna Pino
Bottle up, first floor of Vegas casino
Top cat with the dark blue Cadillac
Out to Reno, from there I hit the Filipino
Let it roll, get bold below
First name Gino, Valentino
Take her to the patio
Buck the spot, buck you're hot
You're nothing, you're not
Leave them the spot, you get the lot
Parking lot, parking hot
You hit the door, the dog barking a lot, yo
With Johnny Donnie in a Maserati
Slick Rick playing la-di-da-di
Yeah
I bold 'em and bake 'em and shake 'em and make 'em
And take 'em and fake 'em, remake 'em
Bread, yo, mixed with Steak-umm
Dressed like Chic, As-Salaam-Alaikum

Yeah
There's a party in the morgue, Bronx Brooklyn style
Hookers in fishnets, niggas look to wild
Rah, who got the PCP?
Fourty ounce Olde English, Fresh D.M.C
Dominant, Beat Branks, Hawthorne and Queens
East Side, Long Beach niggas looking mean
New Jersey in the house, Philly cats with me
Leimert Park, Hard Rock, smoking blunts of green
Miami hoes in the house, G-strings and thongs
Chicago pimps get paid when the record's on
Rah, see me do my thing
With Detroit boss players with them pinky rings
Rinky Dink, cheap whores without chips ain't jack
See me, roof is on fire and the party is packed
Shake and bake and take the time to make a rhyme
That penetrates straight through your mind
The wack deflate, don't test the great debate
The broke, I'll break your face like Greek plates, rah

Party in the morgue
Party in the morgue
Party in the morgue
Party in the morgue

Bum-bum-bum-bum, Mistress
Up in the morgue, jump in the hot tub and get a back rub
Surrounded by some bad niggas and a pound of bomb bud
The life I love, that's all I'm thinking of
Give it to me now, here we go now
Hit the blunt and we can flow with it now
And I take you downtown
I put 'em under, somehow I make it thunder
I shake my back and then they wonder
Sipping on Cristal, sliding through the morgue
They hear me coming
I'll be making all the noise
Now follow me, boys
Who be the richest, it's just this
Grim Bobbit, the punk Mistress
Y'all know y'all wanna hit this

Party in the morgue
Party in the morgue
Party in the morgue
Party in the morgue, y'all
Party in the morgue
Party in the morgue, y'all
Party in the morgue
Party in the morgue
Party in the morgue, yeah
Party in the morgue
Party in the morgue
Party in the morgue, y'all

Yeah, yeah, y'all
Put your hands up
I wanna see everybody
Put one finger in the air
If you got more than two dollars in your pocket
Let me see you say, "Ho"
Ho
Yeah, y'all
You partying right now in the morgue
With Thee Undertakers
And we're about to take you under
So if you think you fly
And you think you the best
We better than you
We hot, you know what I'm saying?
It's a platinum album and this how we doing it
We doing it for the year 2005
Up in here
We outta here
Like that, y'all
Come on