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letra de the party anthem lyrics (ft. lil wanye, missy elliott & t-pain) - timbaland

[intro]
1,2 1,2
1,2 1,2
everybody hands up in the air
1,2 1,2
let me see your drinks up in the air
1,2 1,2

[verse 1: timbaland]
it’s the modern day tony stark
biggest dog in the game with the biggest bark
money, money, money, money dont make the man
man make the money with the biggest thats the plan
i gotta,gotta,gotta got these n-gg-s goin nuts
raisin bottles in the air money they throwin up
peep my, peep my, peep my, peep my, peep my game boy
when its all said and done, i’m hall of fame boy
i’m ridin, ridin, ridin, ridin in that new ghost
with my business partner,.. with french folks
call me, call me, call me, call me tim the party man
being in the clubs and radio all in one command
now show your hands

[hook: t-pain]
ok, ok lets get it jumpin
turn up the speakers
can you hear the b-ss b-mpin’?
tweekers tweakin man,
i came hear to party p-ss the cup around
put your hands in the air, move em up and down
hey, give me a bottle and f-ckin cup
f-ck that cup, im bout to turn this bottle up
cause i came here to party, p-ss that cup around
put your hands in the air, move em up and down

[verse 2: lil wayne]
i heard somebody said he wasn’t dead yet
they should of never said that
young tunechi got the game down pat sajek
even though i’m paid in full, all i want is payback
man f-ck these n-gg-s, pause
i sprinkle kill the world and f-ck em all in my cigars
i make the motherf-ckers bow down, no applause
and all my goons wired up like broken jaws
i rep that motherf-ckin red flag put you in a dead bag
i get bread, you get the crumbs at the bottom of the bread bag
my letters is ym, shout out my man slim
i’m f-ckin with timb and my girl, i’m f-ckin her friends

[hook]

[verse 3: missy elliott]
(lets go) country b-tch from virginia
see the way the crowd go wild when mister meana about to enter
everybody better bow down when i step up to the mic, front and center
sayin im too old to rap, i’ll be rappin til i wear dentures
yeah, h-llo haters
you mad? pick your chin up
what i say about runnin your mouth?
you better respect your mentors
im so relentless, four colder than a winters
i’m pretty in the face, and i should pose for a pin up
i drank my gin up
i’m on the mic, i’m back with tim
we lookin good like working out up in the gym
everybody wanna see us compet-tion, we dont see em
aint nothing change, we ahead of the game above the rim
this how we do

[hook]

[outro]

1,2 1,2
everybody hands up in the air
1,2 1,2
lemme see your drinks up in the air
1,2 1,2

- timbaland

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