(I'm a party) I know it hurts you (I'm a party) I know it hurts you I know it hurts you (I'm a party) I know it hurts you (I'm a party) I know it hurts
Перевод: Журнал. Я партию.
I’m bobbin' my head or I’m just standin' there watchin' [uh huh!] I'm a hustler I hustle, you can tell that I’m paid And I protect what I got, I’m in
a supermodel Fresh outta Elle magazine Buy her own bottles Look pimp juice, I need me one Bad than a mutha I hear you sayin' I need a bad girl If you
that's a fact I don't care what you heard or care what you seen I swear it wasn't me in Bear magazine Because I'm not that hairy oh contrary I go with
these girls are somethin' (come on) Just let it flow (jump on) Act like you know I-I-I-I called Jazzy Jeff on the phone I said, I'm downstairs waitin' Jeff come on I
starin' at?) I'm comin' around, I'm sippin' on Andre, it's time [unverified] I heard that you did the back star [unverified] in the party line Let's
turned off Became a freaky permutation Something like Voltron Then I was wrapped in discourse with the magazine reader The mutual conclusion was I'm not worth Knowing 'cause I'm probably dead So I'm
prowl I thought it was perfect, I don't know how I'm single again, back on the prowl I thought it was perfect, I don't know how I'm single again You
from a distance I ain't [Incomprehensible] quite it, she probably wanted to hit it I got a lotta money that don't mean that I'm a trick That Lamborghini
at all? Don't be a fly in my Martini, baby, come on down That roof is high and I'm not climbin' tonight Come down and I'll give you somethin', hey, to
sick Now I'm dirty, in doubt and I'm empty as hell I knew better from the onset Of a party in a limousine With faces from a magazine A stripper sitting
I'm so established they know I'm a beast yeah Im a f-cking fab b-tch haters you can kill yourself in my space shuttle and I'm not coming down I'm stereo
and some head too I ain't trippin' though, these bitches takin' too long I'm 'bout to call some other hoes on the phone Tell 'em I'm a hog nigga, need a
I took a drive to a rich and wealthy country Saw everything I wanted and everything I need Went right up and I tried to join their party Ought to seen
I'm new, I'm that boy that starts it. They chase dreams together like a slumber party, And now I'm on my own, even though I'm smooth sailing I'm scared
falling in thirty thousand feet And the pilot's on the, on the microphone And he's, he's saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh my God, I'm sorry" Apologizing
