[Intro & Refrain: Blu & Ta’Raach]
With a gang of shorties...
Holla at the bouncer...

I don’t rock parties
I drink Bacardi
See me in the club, with a gang of shorties
If they got problems
Holla at the bouncer
If they ask questions...

I don’t rock parties
I drink Bacardi
See me in the club, with a gang of shorties
If they got problems
Holla at the bouncer
If they ask questions...

[Verse 1 - Blu]
Let them learn
I burn trees, I drink heavily
Let me breathe, I need space to chase the bass
Watch it, tell the cat the Pack’s back, but Rat-less
Magic with a mic, like a rabbit’s in my hat, bitch
The C.R.A.C.hole anthem’s back
But a bit more crass though, I’m showin’ my ass mo'
So, tell the dips it’s AristoC.R.A.C., bitch, equipped with bags mo'
Show the bashful to the back door
C.R.A.C. so arrogant, ask ‘em why they like that
Ask ‘em "Do they ever plan on givin’ the mic back?"
Ask ‘em "Can I have them sign this? My daughter–" – Stop!
[Refrain: Blu & Ta'Raach]
I don’t rock parties
I drink Bacardi
See me in the club, with a gang of shorties
If they got problems
Holla at the bouncer
If they ask questions...

I don’t rock parties
I drink Bacardi
See me in the club, with a gang of shorties
If they got problems
Holla at the bouncer
If they ask questions...

[Verse 2: Ta’Raach]
Tell em, you don’t want to test 'em boys, avoid stressin'
Employ heaven in a holster – yeah, it’s reverent
Raach with a flock of estrogen
Dough for the show, got hoes to blow medicine
I ain’t here to talk flows and sentencin'
Choke up off it and check the thin line
Sharpie by the godly
C.R.A.C. will shine, that ass is mine
Even when I don’t...
[Refrain: Ta'Raach]
Don’t rock parties
I drink Bacardi
See me in the club, with a gang of shorties
If they have problems?
Holla at the bouncer
If there's questions...?

[Refrain: Co$$]
I don’t rock parties
I drink Bacardi
See me in the club, with a gang of shorties
If they got a problem?
Holla at the bouncer
If they ask questions...

[Verse 3: Co$$]
I got a number two pencil for testin’
Plus it’s matter'a fact that I’ve been ill, impressive
CashUs, not your court jest’ but your majest’
Leave a white stain on your mattress
Remorseless, in my white tee lookin’ gorgeous
Shoot paint balls at your wifey
Turn a sick pad to a fortress, with balls on the Nikes
Quotes on the tongue of the kicks, my fit CRAC-sick
It match with the kick of the drum
Get some, get hung from the tip of your tongue
When I move techs, I two-step
But I don’t rock parties
[Refrain: Co$$]
I don’t rock parties
I drink Bacardi
See me in the club, with a gang of shorties
If they got a problem?
Holla at the bouncer
If they got questions...
I don’t rock parties