The party doesn't start till the wild girls show Pocket full of dutchies twisted up with the dro Handle full of captain, baggie full of blow It's about to turn up, If you know than you know, yo Calling everybody son 19 and wild, yo they always got the blunts Looking for some trouble they are always on the hunt And if you wanna run your mouth they aint scared to confront Wu tang blasting while they're rolling through the city Got the boys at the party blowing lines off her titties Pierced nipples out, shorty feeling like a bitty Middle finger in the air looking so damn pretty The party doesn't start till the wild girls show Pocket full of dutchies twisted up with the dro Handle full of captain, baggie full of blow It's about to turn up, If you know than you know, yo Always fucked up at the wheel If you tell em that they shouldn't, it just adds to the appeal If you tell em that they can't, they will make it an ordeal Naptown mother fucker, yea you know we keep it real Living at the dives with their fake IDs They don't ever buy a drink all they gotta do is tease Cause they know the boys want em, they play em like the keys Its the birds and bees, they're the girls with the trees The party doesn't start till the wild girls show Pocket full of dutchies twisted up with the dro Handle full of captain, baggie full of blow It's about to turn up, If you know than you know