The Afterparty

[Verse 1] What, you think cause your day job sucks That your whole life's rough, that it's just too much? (um) We're living in a time when the world might erupt (psh) And you can't see the weekend and not give a fuck? (huh?) This is for the girls bouncing to get guys Who have to wear bras or they might bruise their eyes (ouch) And during the week they're working 9-to-5 But now they're in the club working their ass and thighs (woo) Then there's the dudes sipping on bottles Bragging to their friends that they only date models (hehe) But when their friends leave and he's all alone He's tounging the first chick that looks like Star Jones (bleah) Most young men try hard to pull hotties But don't have a chance like New Edition without Bobby "This club sucks" is all they say But the next night's the same like it was "Groundhog Day" [Hook: Gary Dean] Tonight we're gonna do our thing until they shut it down The music stops, just grab a girl because we're leaving now I'll close the tab, you get the car, we'll be there right on time If you like the club, the afterparty's gonna blow your mind Tonight we're gonna do our thing until the lights come on And then we're gonna keep it pumping 'til we start to yawn I'll close the tab, you get the car, we'll be there right on time If you like the club, the afterparty's gonna blow your mind [Verse 2] What, you think cause my life ain't pretty That my rap sounds shitty cause I'm not from the city? (yes) Cause I live a little different than what you see on the TV And I'm not the type of cat that wears bling or says "for sheezy"? (for sure) And most rappers claim that they're being themselves But still come off sounding like everyone else (yep) During interviews they're funny like Charlie Murphy But get 'em in the booth and they sound like Eddie Murphy (heh heh) But people aren't tough all the time But rappers play tough a hundred percent of rhymes Consumers eat it up and happily take it (thanks!) And rappers buy yachts and continue to fake it (thanks!) It's time for us to take a stand And cover our eyes like Posdnous with his hand (Plug One) Or you can ignore me and not give a fuck And dance around with assholes still wearing broad cuffs [Hook] [Verse 3] What, you think that your shit don't stink? That you're too cool to sing, that you can't do your thing? (yep) You keep doing shots 'til it's too hard to think (ohh) And you've hit on everything except the kitchen sink "It's time to give up!" Fuck that, we've just started Like Corky from "Life Goes On", let's get retarded (sorry) We throw 'bows, mack hoes, change clothes Lie to everyone, gamble like Pete Rose (whoop) And girls acting rich? Come on, I'm not dumb Unless they raised the prices at Forever 21 And all you dudes who think it's cool to act touchy That's basically molesting, and you're not fucking (yeah) Let's prove that the Earth's like heaven Like Belinda did back in 1987 (woo) But if you aren't a 10 with a really hot bod I'm acting like a dick, like Ari from "Entourage" [Hook]