Ant - Party Over Here lyrics

Party over here, f** you over there [x8] [Verse 1] And there she blows, slip into the bathroom Lock the door, sniffing like a vacuum And I know that it ain't nobodies business But last time she was in there for twenty minutes Her roommate Ruth sitting at that booth s**ing on that wine like she's gonna find the truth Just wait 'till her lips turn blood red She'll fall in love with whoever, 'nuff said And that's Johnson He's always on some agro frat bro gangsta stompin' Acts like he's the only white boy from Compton If real G's show up, the attitude is gone Jill forgot that they agreed no coke Cause Jacks on the couch pa**ed out with his mouth open Led Zepplin, Stairway To Heaven Stay in step cause anyone can have a weapon Just like Chad, real white trash Short fuse quick to put his foot up your a** Heads up, that's his wife Rebecca And I advise you to try not to smile at her And lets all have deep conversation Alcohol and dialogue, perfect combination Throw in a cokehead or a pothead Just can't stop them thought provoking topics Look somebody puked in the fridge Ain't that great, it's where the beer lives The music's too loud to hear the fire alarm And I'mma set a fire if you don't change the song C'mon [Verse 3] Nothing but love Yeah there was a party, many people came through Standing on the wall, cause that's what I do Small-talk shot dialogue push snooze Defense mechon cause I got a lotta shoes (issues) The moment got stolen by a lady in red With a campaign slogan about the straight edge But her sentence is broken Her focus a fraction The ash on her Camels at an inch and a half And her voice starts to crack And her head starts to twitch And Ant looks at me like, "What's up with this b**h?" I can tell by the stains and the way she complains That pills ain't to blame and it ain't c**aine Shes had too, too, too much coffee [Verse 2] Nate must have drank a lot of Black Label Tryin' to play the Rottwieler under the table Now light another cigarette off of the stove Both ya'll drunk, which one of ya'll drove? These people need to stay off the sauce I'm shocked that the neighbors ain't called the cops The music, the drunk, the fights out front And half of these kids ain't even near twenty one Who's party is this, who's home is this? How'd I get here man, I do grownup sh** Let me know when your games are all done Cause I can't f** with these games you call fun Have fun [x11] Party over here, f** you over there [x8]