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Party in the Morgue (club MIX)

👤 Kool Keith 🎼 Thee Undertakerz ⏱️ 14:22
🎵 4830 characters
⏱️ 14:22 duration
🆔 ID: 29892982

📜 Lyrics

Party at the morgue
(X2)
We showed up, smashed your door, blast your hoes
There we roll

Ain't nothing happening G, why you
Staring at me, you can't be John Gotti

I don't think you real enough in the comp world
A guy like you gets stomped girl
Don't come around me wearing fake ass pearls
I see cookouts with no grill
You can't have no hamburgers, now how you feel?
Who invited you here? Get your lips off my beer
You hiss material, big piss material

Who told you to lie that that Karl Kani jacket
Made you look fly and imperial?
Jackie you know this man with his disease around his hand?
The last barbeque I fixed everybody's cow can
And put cassettes on by the average white band
Your rapping ain't tight man
With tight pants under the circumstance

Clean your dirty hands in a LeMans Pontiac
You smoking crack, fighting over nickel bags

Stealing chrome mags
Pass me your mic, pass me your hype

Yeah I'm about to get all up in your spotlight

Killing stomp, murders haunt, they mad hunt
Me they wanna flaunt chips
Ripped chicks, cash clips, execution style hits
Best you don't snitch or confess
Put a butcher knife in your chest

Unless Jackie J suggests
The Bombay nigga fuck stress
Get a week of Jack, murder contract
Two clips packed and my homie got my back
Stacked sweepstakes, murder spree
We murdering first degree

Finally the beef's unhappily
With no peace funeral gon' be
Head up, set up, us gangsters won't let up
Your homeboys got shot up, face up

All who survive based up
Threw my flag up, shoot up, bodies mopped up
I'm fucked up, caught up, homicides don't stop
Astronomically murder predominantly quickly
I'll do the job, pay me, impress me
My lifestyle's gravy, I blast those who betray me
(X2)
We showed up, smashed your door, blast your hoes
There we roll

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 Pinot, bottle up first floor Vegas casino
A tomcat 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
Breathe in 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
Pret-a-mix with Steak-umm

Dressed like Sheik, As-salāmu ʿalaykum

Yeah, it's a party in the morgue, Bronx Brooklyn style
Hookers and fishnets, niggas look a while

Who got the PCP?
40Oz, Olde English, Fresh, 3 MC
Dominate, Beat Brains, Hawthorne, The Queens
Eastside, Long Beach, niggas looking mean (yeah)
New Jersey in the house, Philly cats with me (Party In The Morgue)
Lemert Park, High Rocks, smoking blunts of green
Miami hoes in the house, G-strings and thongs (uh)
Chicago pimps get paid when the records on (yeah)

See me do my thing (Party In The Morgue)
With Detroit boss playas with them pinky rings
Rinky dink cheap whores without chips ain't jack (Party In The Morgue)
See me, roof is on fire and the party is packed
Shake and bake and take the time to make a rhyme
That penetrate straight through your mind
The wack deflate, don't test the great
Debate the broke, I break your face like Greek plates
Ugh

Party In The Morgue
Party In The Morgue
Party In The Morgue
Party In The Morgue

Bum bum bum bum
Miss Dress, 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 float 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 be making all the noise
Now follow me boys
Who be the richestest, it's this, the bomb of the funk, Miss Dress

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
Uh, Party In The Morgue, yeah
Party In The Morgue, uh
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)
Ho (ho)
Yeah y'all

You partying right now in the morgue with the Undertakers
And we 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 it's how we doing it
We doing it for the year 2005, up in here
We outta here, like that y'all
Come on

⏱️ Synced Lyrics

[06:09.81] Party at the morgue
[08:03.23]
[08:06.18] (X2)
[08:17.60] We showed up, smashed your door, blast your hoes
[08:27.75] There we roll
[08:30.89]
[09:01.75] Ain't nothing happening G, why you
[09:03.35] Staring at me, you can't be John Gotti
[09:06.15] I don't think you real enough in the comp world
[09:08.08] A guy like you gets stomped girl
[09:09.92] Don't come around me wearing fake ass pearls
[09:11.92] I see cookouts with no grill
[09:13.43] You can't have no hamburgers, now how you feel?
[09:15.78] Who invited you here? Get your lips off my beer
[09:18.33] You hiss material, big piss material
[09:21.00] Who told you to lie that that Karl Kani jacket
[09:23.22] Made you look fly and imperial?
[09:25.03] Jackie you know this man with his disease around his hand?
[09:27.68] The last barbeque I fixed everybody's cow can
[09:30.37] And put cassettes on by the average white band
[09:32.55] Your rapping ain't tight man
[09:33.79] With tight pants under the circumstance
[09:35.83] Clean your dirty hands in a LeMans Pontiac
[09:38.18] You smoking crack, fighting over nickel bags
[09:40.66] Stealing chrome mags
[09:42.05] Pass me your mic, pass me your hype
[09:44.43] Yeah I'm about to get all up in your spotlight
[09:48.97]
[10:07.65] Killing stomp, murders haunt, they mad hunt
[10:10.54] Me they wanna flaunt chips
[10:12.60] Ripped chicks, cash clips, execution style hits
[10:16.46] Best you don't snitch or confess
[10:18.87] Put a butcher knife in your chest
[10:20.81] Unless Jackie J suggests
[10:23.38] The Bombay nigga fuck stress
[10:25.35] Get a week of Jack, murder contract
[10:27.71] Two clips packed and my homie got my back
[10:30.63] Stacked sweepstakes, murder spree
[10:33.01] We murdering first degree
[10:35.37] Finally the beef's unhappily
[10:37.79] With no peace funeral gon' be
[10:40.09] Head up, set up, us gangsters won't let up
[10:42.79] Your homeboys got shot up, face up
[10:45.32] All who survive based up
[10:47.23] Threw my flag up, shoot up, bodies mopped up
[10:50.08] I'm fucked up, caught up, homicides don't stop
[10:53.45] Astronomically murder predominantly quickly
[10:56.84] I'll do the job, pay me, impress me
[10:59.20] My lifestyle's gravy, I blast those who betray me
[11:03.29] (X2)
[11:03.29] We showed up, smashed your door, blast your hoes
[11:10.18] There we roll
[11:12.22]
[11:14.85] Party at the morgue
[11:16.92] Party at the morgue
[11:17.91] Party over there
[11:19.82] Women know the flame, I can't shame your fame
[11:21.79] We brought the bottles, club bringing the rain
[11:23.77] Don Donna Pinot, bottle up first floor Vegas casino
[11:26.65] A tomcat with the dark blue Cadillac
[11:28.64] Out to Reno, from there I hit the Filipino
[11:30.81] Let it roll, get bold, below first name Gino
[11:33.25] Valentino, take her to the patio
[11:35.00] Buck the spot, buck you're hot, you're nothing, you're not
[11:37.48] Breathe in the spot, you get the lot
[11:39.06] Parking lot, parking hot
[11:40.58] You hit the door, the dog barking a lot
[11:42.44] Yo, with Johnny Donnie in a Maserati
[11:45.58] Slick Rick playing la-di-da-di
[11:48.22] Yeah, I bold 'em and bake 'em and shake 'em
[11:50.65] And make 'em and take 'em and fake 'em, remake 'em
[11:52.46] Pret-a-mix with Steak-umm
[11:54.21] Dressed like Sheik, As-salāmu ʿalaykum
[11:56.75] Yeah, it's a party in the morgue, Bronx Brooklyn style
[11:59.85] Hookers and fishnets, niggas look a while
[12:02.93] Who got the PCP?
[12:04.08] 40Oz, Olde English, Fresh, 3 MC
[12:06.14] Dominate, Beat Brains, Hawthorne, The Queens
[12:08.39] Eastside, Long Beach, niggas looking mean (yeah)
[12:10.42] New Jersey in the house, Philly cats with me (Party In The Morgue)
[12:12.64] Lemert Park, High Rocks, smoking blunts of green
[12:14.48] Miami hoes in the house, G-strings and thongs (uh)
[12:16.75] Chicago pimps get paid when the records on (yeah)
[12:19.83] See me do my thing (Party In The Morgue)
[12:21.03] With Detroit boss playas with them pinky rings
[12:23.08] Rinky dink cheap whores without chips ain't jack (Party In The Morgue)
[12:25.15] See me, roof is on fire and the party is packed
[12:27.45] Shake and bake and take the time to make a rhyme
[12:29.67] That penetrate straight through your mind
[12:31.52] The wack deflate, don't test the great
[12:33.11] Debate the broke, I break your face like Greek plates
[12:35.91] Ugh
[12:36.94] Party In The Morgue
[12:39.06] Party In The Morgue
[12:41.12] Party In The Morgue
[12:43.22] Party In The Morgue
[12:44.13] Bum bum bum bum
[12:45.61] Miss Dress, up in the morgue
[12:47.67] Jump in the hot tub and get a back rub
[12:49.32] Surrounded by some bad niggas and a pound of bomb bud
[12:51.83] The life I love, that's all I'm thinking of
[12:53.53] Give it to me now, here we go now
[12:55.08] Hit the blunt and we can float with it now
[12:57.15] And I take you downtown
[13:00.49] I put 'em under, somehow I make it thunder
[13:02.64] I shake my back and then they wonder
[13:04.89] Sipping on Cristal, sliding through the morgue
[13:06.77] They hear me coming
[13:08.28] I be making all the noise
[13:09.78] Now follow me boys
[13:11.20] Who be the richestest, it's this, the bomb of the funk, Miss Dress
[13:14.73] Y'all know y'all wanna hit this
[13:16.97] Party In The Morgue
[13:19.06] Party In The Morgue
[13:21.16] Party In The Morgue
[13:23.21] Party In The Morgue, y'all
[13:25.34] Party In The Morgue
[13:27.42] Party In The Morgue, y'all
[13:29.57] Party In The Morgue
[13:31.61] Party In The Morgue
[13:33.35] Uh, Party In The Morgue, yeah
[13:35.98] Party In The Morgue, uh
[13:38.03] Party In The Morgue
[13:40.09] Party In The Morgue, y'all
[13:41.45] Yeah yeah y'all
[13:42.76] Put your hands up
[13:44.41] I wanna see everybody put one finger in the air
[13:48.38] If you got more than two dollars in your pocket
[13:51.57] Let me see you say ho (ho)
[13:54.89] Ho (ho)
[13:56.61] Yeah y'all
[13:57.80] You partying right now in the morgue with the Undertakers
[14:01.52] And we about to take you under
[14:03.59] So if you think you fly and you think you the best
[14:06.76] We better than you
[14:08.22] We hot, you know what I'm saying
[14:09.93] It's a platinum album and it's how we doing it
[14:12.95] We doing it for the year 2005, up in here
[14:17.30] We outta here, like that y'all
[14:19.71] Come on
[14:21.65]

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