Party Crashers by The Last Emperor Lyrics
Well it's a hot summer night
About the middle of June
I'm cooling out passing the time writing rhymes in my room
Ready to flow y’all
Feelin' nice I'm in a zone y'all
As soon as I relax, I get a mysterious phone call
I grab the phone with the quickness and add who is this?
The Emp is in the place
Ok now state your business
Yo yo yo peep it
My identity shall remain secret
Somebody stole your mic with the intentions of tryin' to keep it
I caught that on the low and I know exactly where the beef is
A party around your way, in the club off the freeway
Thanks for the quick tip
Now I hang up the phone ready to rip
Devise a plan that I can get my mic back from this nimwit
Now as a rule I normally stay away from the clubs
I've seen one too many slugs
Wicked women and drugs
Not to mention all of the fakes, whatever it takes to get my mic back
(it's time to strike back) you know emperor don't like that
But as an alternative to being lonely and bored
I'll just call up Genghis Khan and the Mongolian horde
Tell them to meet me at the club so we can all charge the door
The first person to get my mic back will collect a reward
(the size?) it's a surprise so yo’ don't even ask
All I know that somebody from head to toe is getting smashed
We can't pay to get in cuz' bums don't carry cash
Ladies and gentlemen
I think we've got a party to crash
Freedom fighters let your shotguns blast
Don't sit around and watch the Glock run fast
Friday night and you got no cash
But it's alright we got a party to crash
Freedom fighters let your shotguns blast
Don't sit around and watch the Glock run fast
Friday night, got to cash
But it's alright we got a party to crash
Start your engines, all melanin carrying descendants
Lick three shots for third world independence
Hip hop and ??? every ?? friends with
The last, every party I crashed and left dented
And you can check this
Read my record label for the freshest
When I show up at the club
Don't even bother with the guest list
We pull up to the club ready to shove
(aight' what's next kid)
Let's all charge the door the Emperor is ready to wreck this
Bout' to have the nerve
To blow a right curve
??? got served
And kicked to the curb
We finally in the club ready to release the words
I see a room full of herbs
???
Not to mention the chairs, tables and checks
My ??? record label execs
?? of the fan fair
They can stand there (and watch me)
At this point the juggernaut could not (even stop me)
When A & R thought he got away (scot-free)
Now he's on the ground crying out (oh no they shot me!)
Industry rule 4081
An artist that's like this might just still pack a gun
And just when you think you're in the party having fun
The empire has got your entire label on the run
Hook
In the name of hip hop
The most fly, most compassionate
A black tire affair becomes a real bad accident
When the songs done remember who fashioned the craft
The party ain't official until I come crashing it
We in here now
Oh how I love the sound
The Bacardi in your favourite club
People getting down
Scope out the DJ
Push my way through the crowd
Oh no
My mic is still nowhere to be found
From this day forth
Even when I make it big
When I'm not on tour or doing some kind of gig
I'm crashing all parties until I catch up to the kid
So you'll know better than to send a flyer to my crib
Now Friday night is the time to make noise
Have a few laughs and round up your boys
All ladies within the sound of my voice
Throw out and crash the party of your choice
Indeed, not only do I lead an empire
But I am a, party crasher for hire, retire
Have a party I'll bet we'll get ya
Holidays, weddings and Bar Mitzvahs
About the middle of June
I'm cooling out passing the time writing rhymes in my room
Ready to flow y’all
Feelin' nice I'm in a zone y'all
As soon as I relax, I get a mysterious phone call
I grab the phone with the quickness and add who is this?
The Emp is in the place
Ok now state your business
Yo yo yo peep it
My identity shall remain secret
Somebody stole your mic with the intentions of tryin' to keep it
I caught that on the low and I know exactly where the beef is
A party around your way, in the club off the freeway
Thanks for the quick tip
Now I hang up the phone ready to rip
Devise a plan that I can get my mic back from this nimwit
Now as a rule I normally stay away from the clubs
I've seen one too many slugs
Wicked women and drugs
Not to mention all of the fakes, whatever it takes to get my mic back
(it's time to strike back) you know emperor don't like that
But as an alternative to being lonely and bored
I'll just call up Genghis Khan and the Mongolian horde
Tell them to meet me at the club so we can all charge the door
The first person to get my mic back will collect a reward
(the size?) it's a surprise so yo’ don't even ask
All I know that somebody from head to toe is getting smashed
We can't pay to get in cuz' bums don't carry cash
Ladies and gentlemen
I think we've got a party to crash
Freedom fighters let your shotguns blast
Don't sit around and watch the Glock run fast
Friday night and you got no cash
But it's alright we got a party to crash
Freedom fighters let your shotguns blast
Don't sit around and watch the Glock run fast
Friday night, got to cash
But it's alright we got a party to crash
Start your engines, all melanin carrying descendants
Lick three shots for third world independence
Hip hop and ??? every ?? friends with
The last, every party I crashed and left dented
And you can check this
Read my record label for the freshest
When I show up at the club
Don't even bother with the guest list
We pull up to the club ready to shove
(aight' what's next kid)
Let's all charge the door the Emperor is ready to wreck this
Bout' to have the nerve
To blow a right curve
??? got served
And kicked to the curb
We finally in the club ready to release the words
I see a room full of herbs
???
Not to mention the chairs, tables and checks
My ??? record label execs
?? of the fan fair
They can stand there (and watch me)
At this point the juggernaut could not (even stop me)
When A & R thought he got away (scot-free)
Now he's on the ground crying out (oh no they shot me!)
Industry rule 4081
An artist that's like this might just still pack a gun
And just when you think you're in the party having fun
The empire has got your entire label on the run
Hook
In the name of hip hop
The most fly, most compassionate
A black tire affair becomes a real bad accident
When the songs done remember who fashioned the craft
The party ain't official until I come crashing it
We in here now
Oh how I love the sound
The Bacardi in your favourite club
People getting down
Scope out the DJ
Push my way through the crowd
Oh no
My mic is still nowhere to be found
From this day forth
Even when I make it big
When I'm not on tour or doing some kind of gig
I'm crashing all parties until I catch up to the kid
So you'll know better than to send a flyer to my crib
Now Friday night is the time to make noise
Have a few laughs and round up your boys
All ladies within the sound of my voice
Throw out and crash the party of your choice
Indeed, not only do I lead an empire
But I am a, party crasher for hire, retire
Have a party I'll bet we'll get ya
Holidays, weddings and Bar Mitzvahs