Party We Will Throw Now!

歌詞

As I travel this lonely gangster road Just me and my negroes We still got bomb hydro We just double independent And the night falls that’s when young girls go home Big girls put on small clothes A party we will throw A party we will throw now All I need is the chronic to keep me fit A bad bitch, a project apartment and 2 pits Red chucks of red big to keep my kush lit Thank god for what I get but never really needed shit I’m a hustler nigga, that’s how I got this red Bentley Slay the competition and told them that Dre sent me Walk in the smoke like what up loc Cause one always got that bomb dot com that make me choke We gonna twist up, 8 for Nate blow the smoke through the clouds And hopes that it reaches the pearly gates Now, how many niggas wanna throw up a dub And be surrounded by the baddest bitches up in the club yeah It’s the math blood, sixes on the ave cuz Phantom got your girl pussy wetter than my bath tub Fuck her all night, wake her up at 6 Lil mama grab your shit, get ghost As I travel this lonely gangster road Just me and my negroes We still got bomb hydro We just double independent And the night falls that’s when young girls go home Big girls put on small clothes A party we will throw A party we will throw now Click clack what up, zig zag run up Nic nac paddie whack, twisting up a fat sack Tic tac toe up, I be in them streets like an intersection I got connection, from every section Critical, political, it’s killer Cal’ Roll it up, now pass that shit around My mental is cynical, original Thinking you could see us I’m like nigga how? I’m in that diamond lane, I’m in that diamond chain Glissing and glowing, I’m sipping liquor I’m blowing zippers my nigga I’m on one I’m pushing the zone up, I’m sitting up, my pistol shining my chrome up My nigga Game got the gun load One shot mix a nigga brain like some gumbo, oh, oh All that tough talk nigga, what for? Shut your scary ass up at the front door Could nobody diss my nigga, damn I miss my nigga Pour out a little liquor, big Nate Dogg nigga 213 From the city by the sea, where the G’s ride, Turn around baby let me listen to the b-side Slap that, tap that, after that, east side As I travel this road I see the street sign Ready for whatever, Berrettas you know I keep mine Mr L-B, C-P-T nigga we be, OG to BG, that’s what we be, killer (what?) Cali-forni-a, eh, know the strap, hop into the six stray Snoop, what up loc I’m headed to the east side, G ride throwing up everything but the peace sign Gold Daytonas, gangbang persona nigga trip, I’ma pop the top off his Corolla