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Club song describing a typical scene in Miami.
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Cloud 9 is a high energy group of performers whose music has flavors of Hip-Hop, Reggae, R&B, and Dance Hall. As writers, they are professional, creative, and
Cloud 9 is a high energy group of performers whose music has flavors of Hip-Hop, Reggae, R&B, and Dance Hall. As writers, they are professional, creative, and always deliver great songs. As performers they are dynamic - always capturing the attention of the crowd. These artists can not only write, record, and perform, . . . they are at the top of their game when it comes to producing live shows. Growning up in Miami has given them unique influences that make their style interesting and appealing.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • New School
Charts
Peak #909
Peak in subgenre #93
Author
D. Fernander, T. McGhee, D. Morris
Rights
Hypnotic Beats Inc
Uploaded
October 09, 2006
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MP3 3.4 MB • 192 kbps • 3:43
Lyrics
PRIVATE PARTY CHORUS: Now we can be friends with my friends and your friends We can start a trend, look girlfriend, we grown men, shit I ain’t got time for games Private party’s got ‘em feelin’ like they ready to bang Yeah, we could be friends with my friends and your friends We could start a thing together, chill on the weekend, shit But you gon’ have to bring some game Cause private party ain’t enough to be earnin’ this thing Verse 1: Now who said your girl ain’t mine, it’s a goddam lie With a body so fine, got you hypnotized When she with Cloud 9, baby switch them thighs Now take it on down, ma and turn it around Got her sippin on Cristal, hand on her waistline Everbody grown up, move to the bassline We can take it slow, back and forth, here we go Why is life complicated girl, I don’t know Yeah life on the beach got ‘em feelin’ like queens Why question a G when life’s so sweet Ma I came with a piece, so I came with my homeboys We gon’ get it poppin’ in this club till the sun comes Menage a tois, baby show me your pierced tongue I’m a rude boy that can give you affection Tell me what you want, lemme give you some lessons And your man do you wrong cause he don’t know what he missin, come on CHORUS Verse 2: I’m standin’ next to the speaker, she said her name was Tamika The ladies call me Micky, it’s a pleasure to meet ya My game come with colorful features I ain’t gotta tell ‘em no more, I got the game in a sleeper She know the boy pimpin’ hoes hotter than ether She competin’ with my best broad Mona, Shanika Talkin’ business on the phone while she rollin’ a reefer Got a bangin’ ass body, even hoes wanna freak her She ridin’ through the hood, no cash but her Visa I don’t fuck with scrub hoes, I only plug divas Kowin’ I don’t love ‘em and they ain’t in love either A perfect understanding, I see you boo when I see ya Sex like crack so I got her like a tweeker Blow her mind from behind, Daddy fittin’ to beat ya Then I’m out the door like see ya The boy nigga miss ya make the sex game sweeter CHORUS So put your hands in the air like this Lemme see you put your hands in the air like this, yeah All my fellas just bump to this While the ladies follow Crissy, sing along with this Say I, I, I, I, I, I, I, get frost, get fras’ Say I, I, I, I, I, I, I, get frost, get fras’ Say I, I, I, I, I, I, I, get frost, get fras’ Say I, I, I, I, I, I, I, get frost, get fras’
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