ay... you contradict yourself there...
holla at me in the club,when you see me sippin bottles of bub//
you can find me gettin love,in the pool or the tub//
im only 14 and im into the Party//
lookin fo a mami's,thats a hottie,and inta gettin naughty//
i creep around the bar money flashin my earns//
i see dj clue and flex fuckin scracthin the turns//
the party dont start till the momen im drunk//
cuz if im not ripped then the partys just junk//
i been hit in the face by haters,but i dont limp or slouch//
im chillin like 50cent rollin trees on the couch//
the partie dont stop till im off the bottle//
then its in to the escelade,shiftin the throttle//
but untill the party'z over im sippin the Cris//

now that sounds like you be having fun and then you go and post
ill prolly end up inna prison cell,invisioning jail//
with out bail,cuz my lifes been nuttin but livin hell//

thug styles getting old... but still a dope rhyme... keep at it