East Coast Party

(hook) It ain't no party like a east coast party cuz a east coast party don’t stop Repeat 4xs (Verse) Ayo rolling up a blunt as I listen to my instincts The music bump till a nigga start to lip sync Words get to forming until I get a song in Got em going crazy for latest installment Line around the block like they dropping new jordans Since its new York ima keep it blue and orange Blue yankee fitted even skullys and fidoras Waking every morning to shorties that be gorgeous New ? time piece, no its not a replica no its not a duplicate Got me doing stupid shit Everywhere I go in every hood I get a head nod Real motherfuckers on the corner drinking egg nog Mixed with some hennesy mixed with some mouth wash 9 oclock in the morning funnier than south park Or that martin episode when he got dropped By Tommy Hearnes gotta live and you learn (Hook) (Verse 2) Ayo I brung this together like a young chris webber If I just keep working and the buzz keep spreading I can be rich forever But what ever that means Go and get your fix homie, cocaine or caffeine Back up on the rap scene But I never left though You can call me oldschool, you can call me retro You can call me ten o o a m If its ‘bout money and I don’t pick up, call again Im a gentleman, motherfucking gremelin Motherfucking killer like my last name was Zimmerman Get away scot free get away top speed In the 911 carera on the L.I.E On my way to Josh crib, something like a mosh pit Or maybe to Vics spot gotta make a pit stop Gotta get ditches and my charger and my ziplock If im gonna make some motherfucking real hip hop (HooK)