on the floor I can't stand still And I'm goin' to work like I'm playin' my bills, bills My whole clique's on the floor We're gonna party then party some
Through the clouds to the other side, deep into the sky Can they make it? I can't see me as I'm reachin the Hori-zen I'm just another satellite, floatin
a smidgen of my spirit just a little dab'll do ya Your butts to the cuts dig the buds of my killa Rememberin the hot, dolla parties of the cellar I'm
The satellites I fight with you That local brew is spillin' I know just how you spend your time I wanna get my hands on him Somebody's party in a London
constantly remind you You can never be as dope as I am, goddamn Now I know you hate it when the MC ain't fly So I come in the party live Chopping rappers
boat Nah I like the witty big tittie type Not hip to city life Checking accounts mad weed next to the couch Butt naked adt protect the house Kinda righteous satellite
right here Don Mega, Don Mega Join the party, I can provide the army Join the party, I can provide the army Join the party, I can provide the army Join the party
head Bob that head Yeah, yeah, yeah Tricked out truck kid, runnin' boards black lit KC roll bar, had to mow an extra yard Just so he could install satellite
, freedom, release your body) Your freedom is the energy (Beloved, freedom, release your body) Satellite, satellite Keep on drifting out into the night Satellite, satellite
We swarm inside you, in your body and your brain We press your buttons, one for pleasure, one for pain We ride the satellites, we ride inside your head
eyes. It's going down Heading straight to the front of the line On the fly, on the floor I can't stand still I am going to work like I am paying my bills Party, and party
know it?s the path I should be Streets are all quiet And no one saying nothing at all Then the sun came out of the clouds And charged up the satellites
January One I got a lot of things on my mind I'm looking at my body Through a new spy satellite I try to lift a finger But I don't think I can make the
-pa-panic over party off party on 'Cause we are birds of a feather and you can be the fat one Come to the city on a Saturday night Open your heads like a satellite
-A-Lot] Pagers, call 'em what you want Some brothers some brothers wear fake ones, still tryin to flaunt Walkin in a party, lookin like Joker Big ole
thoia, thoia, thoia, thong (It's Kellz) Thoia, thoia, thoia, thoia, thong, thong (From Chi-Town) Thoia, thoia, thoia, thoia, thong (Japan via satellite
rocks could sing The sky so flat, it seemed there was nothin' in the wings Scar on your lip, a story far too long to tell A story best forgotten Our party
Here's a funny story about a singer named Jed Yeah he caught his girlfriend with a woman in bed And, they were watching love line with a bottle of wine Having a party