Artist: Outlawz f/ Tech N9ne Album: Perfect Timing Song: New Years Typed by: westbingmanson@gmail.com [Young Noble] Sexy should be a felony she lookin so damn good so classy, yet she's so damn hood And when the bottles get to poppin and that smoke get to smokin bust this thang wide open [Hussein Fatal] I'm losing my cool, the way she movin in that skirt The heavy trill killing me look it's goin up her shirt [E.D.I] And she don't need no push up bra, shorty already a star no ass shots bomb ready for passion [Hussein Fatal] And I'm guilty of stalking somebody take me to the judge, addicted to sexiness so I'm a victim to her love [Young Noble] Twisting the smoke up I'm watchin while she dippin it lower This is a outlaw party have a toast with my soldiers [E.D.I] We... Thug Niggaz till we die Take your bottles of henny Snappin pictures with my semy on my waistline [Hussein Fatal] She makin me crazy, she got me bustin out my pants This party ain't private, but I just wanna see her dance [Chorus] Make your way to the floor (to the floor) Take your heels off nigga move slow (C'mon) It's goin down in this bitch... yeah... yeah Heyyyy... We gon party like it's new year hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey (C'mon) It's goin down in this bitch... yeah... yeah Heyyyy... We gon party like it's new year It's goin down in this bitch... yeah... yeah Heyyyy... We gon party like it's new year (E.D.I] I put my whips on match like my chicks to my hats I am, Way too fresh, nuthin less hundred stacks on me H tried to push up I pushed back on 'em Thought I was slippin Switched up and click clacked on 'em [Young Noble] Put it in the air... Order up another round soda like a movie The way the shit is going down Pools for the pictures, this is real business And my grind is relentless, tryina touch if you sick [Hussein Fatal] And bottle start poppin like sixteen Only a G know how to grab a dirty thing and get clean Them hot king kong ain't got shit on me I'm on a chick with a onion that ain't shit on be [E.D.I] And we lost in the moment The memory is the rose shorty got her hands all over man [Young Noble] Yeah.. And she can't keep a huff man baby girl is bossy gettin money is costly shorty ready to party...c'mon [Chorus] [Tech N9ne] Enough is fightin limit in me Enemies sight me and then it's friendly Wanna be like the women dingy Finna be fight but then ain't envy Nuthin but a thang my stuff is rougher Mack is the half of hustlers stab then I have to cut your stuff up Then pass to my asthma buffer True story bitches looking for you for real Let lose part of your digged to much new hard as a fiend Tryina give something more to thing, starting your dream It's Tech nino with his all new regime Thuggin like a south ball Drinkin like an outlaw Party like it's new years Hit it then I'm out y'all We hit the town and put it down without stop Step in the club and make their motherfuckin mouths fall Tech N9ne.... [Chorus]