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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Boots Riley
Boots Riley
Vocals
David James
David James
Guitar
Mike Tiger
Mike Tiger
Synthesizer
Pam the Funkstress
Pam the Funkstress
Turntables
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raymond Riley
Raymond Riley
Songwriter
Boots Riley
Boots Riley
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Boots Riley
Boots Riley
Producer
Matt Kelley
Matt Kelley
Mixing Engineer
Tony Dawsey
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Said it was just about time for the party to close
When the hinges went to flyin' off the motherfucking doors
[Verse 2]
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[Verse 3]
Everybody, put your lighters up
Tell me, y'all finna fight or what?
Everybody, get your shit started
This is y'all motherfucking party
Everybody, throw your lighters up
Tell me, y'all finna fight or what?
Everybody, get your shit started
This is y'all motherfucking party
[Verse 4]
Every death is an abrupt one
Every cop is a corrupt one
Without no cash up in a trust fund
Every cat with gat wanna bust one
Every guest want a plus one
Every tenement's a penitent
Every tried man is innocent
Time served should be the sentence spent
Everybody wanna hit a lick
Every one of y'all is gettin' pimped
Every time I spit, I'm finna rip
Every cancer is a homicide
Every boss better run and hide
Every human is some kin to black
Every Visa got a PIN to crack
Every verse if from the cardiac
Every search is involuntary
Every inmate want commissary
Every bank note is promissory
Every broke motherfucker finna form a gang
And when we come, we takin' everythang
[Verse 5]
Everybody, put your lighters up
Tell me, y'all finna fight or what?
Everybody, get your shit started
This is y'all motherfucking party
Everybody, throw your lighters up
Tell me, y'all finna fight or what?
Everybody, get your shit started
This is y'all motherfucking party
[Verse 6]
Every mack want a Cadillac
Every mark want they scrilla back
Every narc want a hit of crack
In the park or a Pontiac
Every little cent is to the rent
Every roach is a resident
Every truth ain't evident
Every slave story, present tense
Every uprise, a consequence
Every time, it be something sweet
Every banker is a fucking thief
Everybody better holla with me
Every fiend need a dollar fifty
Every crime that I do is petty
Every criminal is rich already
Every lender got a complex
Every single is a bomb threat
Every sellout, may you hate my verse
Everybody, they gon' get it first
Every broke motherfucker finna form a gang
And when we come, we takin' everythang
[Verse 7]
Everybody, put your lighters up
Tell me, y'all finna fight or what?
Everybody, get your shit started
This is y'all motherfucking party
Everybody, throw your lighters up
Tell me, y'all finna fight or what?
Everybody, get your shit started
This is y'all motherfucking party
[Verse 8]
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[Verse 9]
Everybody, put your lighters up
Tell me, y'all finna fight or what?
Everybody, get your shit started
This is y'all motherfucking party
Everybody, throw your lighters up
Tell me, y'all finna fight or what?
Everybody, get your shit started
This is y'all motherfucking party
Written by: R. Riley
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