Okay, Party People in the house

What kind of fuckery is this?
You made me miss the Slick Rick gig ([?])
And thought I didn't love you when I did
Can't believe you played me out like that

No, you ain't worth guest list
Plus one of all them girls you kiss
You can't keep lying to yourself like this
Can't believe you played yourself like this

Slick Rick wanting, but come Brixton
Nobody stands in between me and my man
'Cause it's me and Mr. Jones
([?])

What kind of fuckery are you?
Side from Sammy, you're my best black Jew
Thought I could swear that we are through
I still wonder 'bout the things you do
What kind of fuckery are we?
Nowadays you don't mean dick to me
But I'll let you make it up to me
Baby, you playing Saturday

Mr. Destiny, 9 and 14
Nobody stands in between me and my man
'Cause me and Mr. Jones
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