We Just Came to Party

[Intro: Young Zee] Yeah, Young Zee, Eminem Talk to.. What up [?] Yeah [Verse 1: Young Zee] Usually it's beef the more the merry Me and Em fill up a thousand mortuaries Till ain't no more room in them cemeteries And all ya fake mens is dead and buried But tonight man- [Chorus: Eminem ] We just came to party We ain't come in here to start shit wit nobody Girl we just wanna see you work that, work that body With your man lookin' like he could murk somebody He just sipped a lil bit too much Bacardi He done tripped into this cup and spilt it on me Now he’s startin to talk shit to Swift and [?] He’s about to get the shit kicked in, stomped out him [Verse 1: Young Zee] Zee come get the riches That's how come I drop [?] filled wit sixes Only bonin' one chick cuz hoes be lyin' Fuck around and end up like Kobe Bryant I just came to drink a thousand shots of Rémy You gon' make me fuck around and pop the semi Man I live two lives, I roll wit stars to open bars In the hood we still ride around in stolen stolen cars Pop shit, I’ll put this gun on yo earing Till I hear that loud tune and voice disappearing It’s Crow, man I get high off water Wake up in the bed wit Ozzie Ozbourne's daughter Test us, better give a vest to your wife Or when I said it you’ll regret it for the rest of your life Yeah, we roll up on a gang of harleys Zee, Slim Shady, we just came to party man [Chorus: Eminem] [Verse 2: Young Zee] Even though niggas know we down with Shady Me and Saph, we still got them pounds of eighty Purple heads bring me dough like it's chips from rappin Make me look like all my records platinum And I ain't dropped, when I do just rap at mama I make a nigga fall off like Cappadonna Yeah, in the club, don't treat me like a lame in the game 'Fore my lil niggas whip out, aim for your chain Mad cuz we blessed to them things yall wish We buy new cars, gut em' out like they fish Yeah, we don't give a fuck what you say We got those tech nines like [?] and [?] Folks tell me slow down, I'm spendin' all my dough up So what? I throw twenty-fo's on the tow truck They think we bought no guns what you think? But we ain't come to fight, we just came to drink man [Chorus: Eminem] [Verse 3: Young Zee] When I roll out to the club with all my soldiers I can get about a thousand heads and loaders Right through the front door with all them toasters They don’t search us, it's Crow them niggas know us And nobody in the world on the mic can see me I just spit hot flow and write graffiti And I roll with mass spanish cats that be acting black Pimped out caddilacs and they pack them macs Pop the ignition in your limited edition Get it come through spinning it, in the intersection It's chrome, no gold, $300 dollar jeans Smack their [?] DJ like I’m drama king Fuck with that nigga the gats gon spill I drive off in somethin' look like the batmobile, but chill We just came to chill, money chill, we just came to chill, go! [Chorus: Eminem] [Outro: Young Zee] Oh, oh it's on