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Party Hard Lyrics

Artist: Beenie Man
Album: Tropical Storm

Livelicate to all di rude boy dem from across di world and all shottas from yard
Real ballas party hard, zagga zagga zow na na na na
Here comes the musical Youth like Beenie Man ëlongside J
Sing for the girls dem night or day
Moving out the girls dem way
Zagga zagga zen na na
We na play

J:
Drop top Z3, twenty-inch chrome
Shorty rolled up on me chatting on her cell phone
Cartier bracelet with ass for days
Looking all pretty in her Fendi shades

BM:
I holla how you doing and she say whats up
Then she went on to tell me that she love my truck
I got my lady at home but what the fuck
Here you go, take my number and hit me up

J:
Girl, I dont mean to be pushy but what is your name
Can I have your number, can I see you again

BM:
If you dont mind me asking, what you doing tonight
Can you link me at the club, aight!
Keep it tight cause

Chorus:
J:We party hard and we ball (we ball)
We hit them up and they fall (they fall)
I love the shorties who be all thong up
She wan me hit it up against the wall
(Holla at me dog!)
(Repeat)

BM:
Well into a musical thing call thats how we roll
Some boy wan roll deep and sell dem soul
This is Beenie Man must sell platinum no gold
This is how we roll

J:
First class cribs
First class rides
Big ass honey sitting by my side

BM:
First class honeys want to roll with me
Cause Jamaican thugs roll VIP

J:
Candlelight scented bubbles in her tub
Nothing but coke bottles poppin in the club

BM:
Five-star restaurant, table for two
You get nothing but the best when you roll with my crew

J:
We can party all night, we got chips to burn
Tracey and her friends will be taking turns

BM:
Slammin and fun thats how we live everyday
Thats the way we players play
Zagga zagga zay

Chorus:
J:
We party hard and we ball (we ball)
We hit them up and they fall (they fall)
I love the shorties who be all thong up
She wan me hit it up against the wall
(Holla at me dogs!)
(Repeat)

BM:
This a one hear name
One mil, two mil, three mil, four
Did my last tour and make three mil more
Beenie Man shopping in designer stores
House on the hill with cherrywood floors
One girl, two girl, three girl, four
Three more exes stalking my door
Honeys be acting real insecure
Im well loved among the ladies on tour

Chorus:
J:
We party hard and we ball (we ball)
We hit them up and they fall (they fall)
I love the shorties who be all thong up
She wan me hit it up against the wall
(Holla at me dogs!) (Repeat)

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