The Party Anthem Lyrics ~ Timbaland ft Lil Wayne, Missy Elliott & T-Pain


Below are the lyrics to an unreleased track entitled "The Party Anthem" by Timbaland, featuring Lil Wayne, Missy Elliott and T-Pain.

Timbaland ft. Lil Wayne, Missy Elliott & T-Pain - The Party Anthem Lyrics

{Intro}
1, 2, 1, 2
I said 1, 2, 1, 2
Everybody hands up in the air
1, 2, 1, 2
Let me see your drinks up in the air
1, 2, 1, 2
1, 2, 1, 2

{Timbaland}
It's that modern day Tony Stark
Biggest dog in the game with the biggest bark
Money, money, money, money don't make the man
Man make the money with the biggest master plan
I got the, got the, got the, got these niggas going nuts
Raising bottles in the air, the money they throwing up
My peep, my peep, my peep, my peeps my gang, boy
When it's all said and done I'm hall of fame boy
I'm riding, riding, riding, riding in a new ghost
With my business partner, nah, not White Wed French folks
Call me, call me, call me, call me "Tim: The Party Man"
Be in the clubs and radio all on one command
Now show your hands

{T-Pain}
Okay, okay, let's get it jumping (let's get it jumping)
Turn up the speakers
Can you hear the bass bumping? (Bass bumping)
Them tweeters tweaking
Man, I came here to party, pass that cup around (round)
Put your hands in the air move em up and down (down)
Hey (hey), give me a bottle and a fucking cup
Fuck that cup, I'm about to turn this bottle up
Cause I came here to party, pass that cup around (round)
Put your hands in the air move em up and down (down)
Oh wooh

{Lil Wayne}
I heard somebody said he wasn't dead yet
They should've never said that
Young Tunechi got the game down Pat Sajak
Even though I'm paid in full, all I want is Payback
Man, fuck these niggas, pause
I spray king kill the world and fuck them all in my cigars
I make them mother fuckers bow down, no applause
All of my goons wired up like broken jaws
I rep that mother fucking red flag put you in a dead bag
I get bread you get the crumbs at the bottom of the bread bag
And my letters is Y.M, shout out Stunna and Slim
I'm fucking with Tim and my girl, I'm fucking her friend
Tunech!

{T-Pain}
Okay, okay, let's get it jumping (let's get it jumping)
Turn up the speakers
Can you hear the bass bumping? (Bass bumping)
Them tweeters tweaking
Man, I came here to party, pass that cup around (round)
Put your hands in the air move em up and down (down)
Hey (hey), give me a bottle and a fucking cup
Fuck that cup, I'm about to turn this bottle up
Cause I came here to party, pass that cup around (round)
Put your hands in the air move em up and down (down)
Oh wooh

{Missy Elliott}
This country bitch from Virginia
See the way the crowd go wild when Misdemeanor about to enter
Everybody better bow down when I step up to the mic, front and center
Say I'm too old to rap, I'll be rapping til I wear dentures
Yeah, hello haters, you mad? Pick your chin up
What did I say about running your mouth?
You better respect your mentors www.eliterics.com
I'm so relentless flow colder than the winters
I'm pretty in the face and I should pose for a pin-up, I drink my gin up
I'm on the mic, I'm back with Tim
We looking good like working out up in the gym
Anybody wanna see us? Competition? We don't see em
Ain't nothing change, we ahead of the game above the rim
This how we do it

{T-Pain}
Okay, okay, let's get it jumping (let's get it jumping)
Turn up the speakers
Can you hear the bass bumping? (Bass bumping)
Them tweeters tweaking
Man, I came here to party, pass that cup around (round)
Put your hands in the air move em up and down (down)
Hey (hey), give me a bottle and a fucking cup
Fuck that cup, I'm about to turn this bottle up
Cause I came here to party, pass that cup around (round)
Put your hands in the air move em up and down (down)
Oh wooh

{Outro}
1, 2, 1, 2
I said 1, 2, 1, 2
Everybody hands up in the air
1, 2, 1, 2
Let me see your drinks up in the air
1, 2, 1, 2

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