Beenie Man Lyrics

Album: Tropical Storm

Party Hard Lyrics

Livelicate to all di rude boy dem from across di world and all shottas from yard

 Real ballas party hard, zagga zagga zow na na na na

 Here comes the musical Youth like Beenie Man longside J 

 Sing for the girls dem night or day

 Moving out the girls dem way

 Zagga zagga zen na na

 We na' play 

 [J:]

 Drop top Z3, twenty-inch chrome

 Shorty rolled up on me chatting on her cell phone

 Cartier bracelet with ass for days

 Looking all pretty in her Fendi shades 

 [BM:]

 I holla how you doing and she say what's up

 Then she went on to tell me that she love my truck

 I got my lady at home but what the fuck

 Here you go, take my number and hit me up 

 [J:]

 Girl, I don't mean to be pushy but what is your name

 Can I have your number, can I see you again 

 [BM:]

 If you don't mind me asking, what you doing tonight

 Can you link me at the club, aight!

 Keep it tight cause 

 [Chorus:]

 [J:]

 We party hard and we ball (we ball)

 We hit them up and they fall (they fall)

 I love the shorties who be all thong up

 She wan' me hit it up against the wall 

 (Holla at me dog!)

 [Repeat]

 [BM:]

 Well into a musical thing call that's how we roll

 Some boy wan' roll deep and sell dem soul

 This is Beenie Man must sell platinum no gold

 This is how we roll 

 [J:]

 First class cribs

 First class rides 

 Big ass honey sitting by my side 

 [BM:]

 First class honeys want to roll with me 

 Cause Jamaican thugs roll VIP 

 [J:]

 Candlelight scented bubbles in her tub

 Nothing but coke bottles poppin' in the club 

 [BM:]

 Five-star restaurant, table for two

 You get nothing but the best when you roll with my crew 

 [J:]

 We can party all night, we got chips to burn

 Tracey and her friends will be taking turns 

 [BM:]

 Slammin' and fun that's how we live everyday

 That's the way we players play 

 Zagga zagga zay 

 [Chorus:]

 [J:]

 We party hard and we ball (we ball)

 We hit them up and they fall (they fall)

 I love the shorties who be all thong up

 She wan' me hit it up against the wall 

 (Holla at me dogs!)

 [Repeat]

 [BM:]

 This a one hear name

 One mil, two mil, three mil, four

 Did my last tour and make three mil more

 Beenie Man shopping in designer stores

 House on the hill with cherrywood floors

 One girl, two girl, three girl, four

 Three more exes stalking my door

 Honeys be acting real insecure

 I'm well loved among the ladies on tour 

 [Chorus:]

 [J:]

 We party hard and we ball (we ball)

 We hit them up and they fall (they fall)

 I love the shorties who be all thong up

 She wan' me hit it up against the wall 

 (Holla at me dogs!) [Repeat]