Party Blaze Ya Dead Homie (Ft. Anybody Killa)

[Intro]
Hey you, where are you going?
I'm going to mind my fucking business, that's what I'm doing. Do you have a problem with that, officer?
Answer the question. What is this, Jeopardy?
No, this ain't Jeopardy. It ain't Monopoly either, and I ain't going to jail
Freeze!

[Verse 1: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
Stompin', walkin' in my high-top chucks
40 in my hand and it's cold as fuck
Drank like a fish, so I'm drunk in a bitch
Over ten 40 oz. and eleven fifths
If I must, I admit, I got a problem here
Liquor's all gone, move the party elsewhere
On the block, pull the pistol out, bust it in the sky
I don't give a fuck about the pig standing by
If he turn his chin, hit 'em in the shin with a fifth of gin
And my cousin Nipz is sittin' on the curb, nursin'
I fired up the blunt, you should've seen the pig's face
Let a killer know this motherfuckin' pig want a taste

[Chorus: Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
Party! ('Til we get arrested!)
Drinking! ('Til we all get arrested!)
Smoke weed! (Right in front of that pig!)
And we don't give a shit, it's only among the dead!
Party! ('Til we get arrested!)
Drinking! ('Til we all get arrested!)
Smoke weed! (Right in front of that pig!)
And we don't give a shit, it's only among the dead!