Queen Pen
Queen Pen & Teddy Riley & Markell Riley
Queen Pen & Eric Williams
Queen Pen & Richard Stites
Queen Pen & Mr. Cheeks & Markell Riley & Nutta Butta
Queen Pen & Chico DeBarge
Queen Pen & Meshell Ndegéocello
[Chorus: Queen Pen]
Yo, a party ain't a party 'til it's ran all through
And leave it to my crew, it's gon' be playa proof
After three rounds, we gon' blow off this roof
A party ain't a party 'til it's ran all through
Now a party ain't a party 'til it's ran all through
And leave it to my crew, it's gon' be playa proof
After three rounds, we gon' blow off this roof
A party ain't a party 'til it's ran all through
[Verse 1: Queen Pen]
Shorty, who you be? Starin' at me instantly
As I walk into this vide(o) I can feel you diggin' me
With your glass of Rémy, you had one too many
But still I'm impressed with your wild out Henny
It's a party and I got's to run all through
But maybe later on, we can chat over booze
See I thought you knew, ain't no delayin' what I'm sayin'
Want me to rewind and collect on my track, it won't wait
I said it's a party, I got's to run all through
We holdin' twenty plus, you can follow if you choose
See ain't nothin' changed, since the days of the Q
Except the elimination of one or two out my crew
Yes you, but you I got's to browse on through
You can catch me at the bar bein' shady to my old crew
How I do? Make moves like I'm shootin'
Catch me on the rebound, or maybe at the Tunnel, uh
[Chorus: Queen Pen]
Yo, a party ain't a party 'til it's ran all through
And leave it to my crew, it's gon' be playa proof
After three rounds, we gon' blow off this roof
A party ain't a party 'til it's ran all through
Now a party ain't a party 'til it's ran all through
And leave it to my crew, it's gon' be playa proof
After three rounds, we gon' blow off this roof
A party ain't a party 'til it's ran all through
[Verse 2: Mr. Cheeks]
I'm tipsy from the cab, down the whole bottle of Henny
Peepin' shorties in my vision seein' many
But there's somethin' about you, you seem off the hook
Givin' me that "I want to say somethin'" look
Plus that dress you wearin', got my whole team starin'
You not bouncin' with me, I'm not hearin'
Lickin' them lips for real like you really want it
Is you dealin' with the cat that's blunted?
Say for real, for real, shorty rock, is you down? (Uh-huh)
To go home with the champ a whole round? You see
I had my eyes on you from way across the room
You looked so good from over here, I could smell your perfume
I assume, if I gotta, come and get ya (Yo)
You'd think I was only out to hit ya
See, you's an intelligent chick with that Nestle type of smile
Held my temptations back for awhile
Told my brother Tah Lee, I'll be back, kid
That's Pretty Lou and Spigg Nice, so watch my jacket
Make her touch to my lips, put the drink in my hand
Took a sip, let my lungs expand, 'cause
[Interlude: Freaky Tah]
That's how we do
Microphone checka for me and you
I give a shout out to the whole crew
From New York City to Chicago too
[Chorus: Queen Pen]
Yo, a party ain't a party 'til it's ran all through
And leave it to my crew, it's gon' be playa proof
After three rounds, we gon' blow off this roof
A party ain't a party 'til it's ran all through
Now a party ain't a party 'til it's ran all through
And leave it to my crew, it's gon' be playa proof
After three rounds, we gon' blow off this roof
A party ain't a party 'til it's ran all through
[Verse 3: Markell Riley]
Now a party ain't a party (Party), 'til I run through it (Through it)
Pick 'em, sick 'em, stick 'em, that how I do it (Do it)
Movin', get down, keepin' y'all movin' (Yeah, yeah)
Certified game tight provin', a'ight? (Uh, yeah)
Dealer of the dancefloor (Uh)
Makin' all y'all stomp and clap (Come on), ya feelin' me? Damn sure
I had the answers for ya dancers
Since way back, puttin' it down like that
[Verse 4: Nutta Butta]
I came in the door, twenty or more (Uh)
Rush the dancefloor, cause we like it raw
Dom got my head spinnin' like a set of rims
Nutta Butta like a pair of Timbs, what the deal, shorty? (Ah)
Wanna rock with me, take ya back, do the wop wit' me
Spend the cash like Monopoly
Words slurred and my vision is blurred
But a party ain't a party 'til I slide with a bird, what?
[Chorus: Queen Pen]
Yo, a party ain't a party 'til it's ran all through
And leave it to my crew, it's gon' be playa proof
After three rounds, we gon' blow off this roof
A party ain't a party 'til it's ran all through
Now a party ain't a party 'til it's ran all through
And leave it to my crew, it's gon' be playa proof
After three rounds, we gon' blow off this roof
A party ain't a party 'til it's ran all through
Yo, a party ain't a party 'til it's ran all through
And leave it to my crew, it's gon' be playa proof
After three rounds, we gon' blow off this roof
A party ain't a party 'til it's ran all through
Now a party ain't a party 'til it's ran all through
And leave it to my crew, it's gon' be playa proof
After three rounds, we gon' blow off this roof
A party ain't a party 'til it's ran all through
Party Ain’t a Party was written by Queen Pen & Teddy Riley & Mr. Cheeks & Nutta Butta & Aqil Davidson & Idris Davidson & Maurice White & Philip Bailey & Charles Stepney.
Party Ain’t a Party was produced by Teddy Riley.
Queen Pen released Party Ain’t a Party on Tue Dec 16 1997.
Teddy Riley signed Queen Pen to a record deal about five years after she first approached him at an IHOP in Virginia, she told VIBE magazine in 1997. “I was thirsty back then,” she said. Queen Pen sent Riley a demo, and agreed to rap the guest verse on Blackstreet’s “No Diggity.” Riley worked with Q...