My Type of Party
Busta Rhymes Feat. Reek Da Villian & J-Doe Lyrics

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'Glomerate, nigga
Yo Flizzy, you know we one and the same
This our type of party, nigga
You know what I'm sayin', like j-Doe!
These bitches actin' out, we love it though
Bussa Buss, nigga yeah
Spill it check it
It's my type of party scratch it up

Quiet Storm, me and T, nigga
It's Strong Island, I'm Neo
Run the jungle with Leos
Blunted but I keep C notes
Kill niggas in trios smoke weed with my PO
Pop mollys with Geo fck bitches with Tyga
And I get money stacks with Cee Lo
Birdman is my homie
Busta Rhymes is my brodie
I don't trust these bitches
Carryin' monsters like they Cody
Say I'm trill if they know me
Sue woo to my homies
Saint Ives bottle in my hand
But I'm in the club carrying that 40
Came with bitches that's bocky
Know they bad, so they cocky
Struttin' hard through that lobby
Headed outside to ride my Bugatti
They got drunk in this party
Now these bitches all horny
And I was foamin like Roddie
So I pulled it out and let the bitch blow me
Get my jewelry from Jacob
I don't shop at Benny's
Chain yellow and red
Shit looks like at Wendy's
Money stacks, I got plenty
Look at my feet, my shoes, they say Fendi
In a trap spot I'm vamping like Jerry
Cooking that work up like it's Denny's
Your girl got a cute face
Her friend got a nice body
And they just wanna have fun
This my type of party
Twenty bitches in the lobby
There's plenty bitches in my lobby
And they all drinkin', they smokin'
This my type of party
Bitch we bubble like soda
Sellin' these verses like coca
Bitch respect my persona
Or I'll leave your ass up in a coma
What's poppin'? Slam, okra
Twistin' it good like yoga
Kiss your bitch then I stroke her
They complain 'cause I got too much exposure
All of my meals I eat kosher
Blackout, break a nigga shoulder
Put the ratchet back up in the holster
Sick with it like I was pneumonia
I like your chain but it's a loaner
Can't talk to me, nigga hold up
Short breath nigga, I'm a grownup
See the space shuttle when a nigga roll up
Shift the clusters when I touch that gas
It's must a nigga bust that ass
In disgust the way you lust that trash
While we in the club and now
We got it on smash smashin' every arena
International Visa
When I'm done a nigga need FEMA
Can't breathe, got emphysema
White lines on a black table, zebra
Sniff coke, become another creature
Tiptoeing on top of the speaker
Bitch, strip club dance like a ballerina
See me move with my army
Fck you niggas, I'm sorry
With my caviar and my coffee
Bitch this my type of party
Bad hoe in my place stacked with a nice body
She just talkin' 'bout fckin'
That's my type of party
Twenty hoes tryin' to call me
It's plenty hoes tryin' to call me
And niggas tryin' to be next
That's my type of party, okay
Ridin' round in my space ship
Fresh off of vacation my bitch look amazing
Your bitches look basic
Hear your shit and change stations
My style is looking like greatness
Your swag need some donations (hold up)
Shout out to my boy Dom lA niggas, we on
Tyga, Problem & Kendrick
Game & YG let's get it
I'm killin' the verse with no problem
Don't rehearse and don't write 'em

I just mob in that booth
Whatever I do sound awesome

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Busta Rhymes' song "My Type of Party" showcase the artist's love for a certain type of party atmosphere. He starts by expressing camaraderie with Flizzy, suggesting that they are similar in their preferences. The party they enjoy is described as one where women are acting out, and despite this, they still love it. Busta Rhymes refers to himself as Bussa Buss and mentions some of his affiliations, such as being friends with Birdman and Cee Lo. He also expresses a lack of trust towards women, comparing them to monsters.

The second paragraph highlights Busta Rhymes' lifestyle and demeanor at this party. He mentions being in possession of a Saint Ives bottle and carrying a 40 caliber gun. He states that the women he came to the party with are attractive, confident, and strut through the lobby. Busta Rhymes boasts about owning high-end jewelry from Jacob, not shopping at Benny's, and wearing Fendi shoes. He also references cooking illegal substances like he would at a Denny's restaurant, adding an element of danger to the lyrics.

The third paragraph is delivered by Reek Da Villain, featuring his own aggressive and confident flow. He references his success in selling rap verses and asserts that others should respect his persona or face the consequences. Throughout his verse, he emphasizes his ability to overpower others physically and lyrically. Reek Da Villain also mentions the use of drugs, such as cocaine, and the way it transforms him into a different person. He closes his verse by comparing himself to a ballerina dancing in a strip club.

In the fourth and final paragraph, J-Doe takes over and continues the theme of living extravagantly and being surrounded by attractive women. He boasts about his expensive lifestyle and dismisses others who do not measure up to his level of greatness. J-Doe name-drops several popular West Coast rappers, such as Tyga, Problem, Kendrick Lamar, Game, and YG, suggesting that they are part of the same movement. He concludes by stating that his natural talent allows him to effortlessly deliver impressive verses without rehearsing or writing them down.

Overall, the lyrics of "My Type of Party" depict a lavish and hedonistic lifestyle, with Busta Rhymes, Reek Da Villain, and J-Doe reveling in their success and the attention of women at their preferred type of party. The artists exude confidence, assert dominance over others, and flaunt their material possessions, all while showcasing their unique rapping styles.

Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: KEVIN NEE AMAR AMARFIO, COLIN EMMANUEL

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