Lyrics:
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Mama makin gangsta moves, rollin with this gangsta dudes
Sittin' on, spinnin' 24's, openin' up Bentley doors
Drunk at the party, hands up in
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Party over here
Party next door
Party on the dance floor
Ladies everywhere
Cush in the air
She don't even smoke like that
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Party over here
Party next door
Party on the dance floor
Ladies everywhere
Cush in the air
She don't even smoke like that
Got afraid to back
Froggie went a-courtin' and he did ride
Uh huh, uh huh
Froggie went a courtin' and he did ride
Sword and pistol by his side uh huh, uh huh
Well he
seen a whale in a bikini?
All the bathrooms have such thin doors
Gee I'd wish they'd move them indoors
We're all tired of Mother Goose here
So next
the party ends
Tell a friend
Tall, dark, handsome, and intelligent
Tell a friend
Know it never rains in California
Tell a friend
Took too long for me to get
he heard a groan from next door,
room eighteen. The Mexican kid lived there, the Priest had passed him on
the stairs and saw the kid was hooked, but he
solid
All money in till I rest my style is polished, uh
Black cars down Sunset we in California
Tryin to make a name for ourselves don't make ya momma
aint safe, where I feel complete
Yea
They aint think I make it
They in disbelief
Now she wanna love me nah-na-nana
Spanish bitches fuckin leaving by
over it
Story as old as time itself
But it still gets hard when I'm by myself
Party in the cemetery, I just want you next to me
Im missing them summer
go to my room for the after, after party
Y'all know what happens next
Hypnotiq and a rated X, got her singin the greatest sex
Now on dubs, rollin
still can't leave the party til you drop your crucial info
Am I jaded in assuming that you're simply bound to do me
Like them other lyricists who's
at the party gettin' loose
But you can catch a bullet in your bubblegoose
Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in my hand, OK, what should I write next?
Oh yeah, and if you
from CT be
Crisp purple button up, blue perfume
Escorted you downstairs
To a party in the ballroom
Up all night on to the next day
We went all the way
It's been a long time, I hope that you don't slam the door
I tried to walk away but there's some shit I can't ignore
I could be wrong but seems like
Crooked cops
This whole thing that you seeing
Was predicted by PAC
We tired of banging on these
Doors, it's time to break these locks
So the system
Can't
go
Her my callin up her phone
She gotta be home by 4
So it's on to the next
Cause my timing too slow
It's KingQae so she thinking
That her feelings
the Bahamas,
Crops of marijuana protected by Big Timers,
Hand, full of ice, it's gangsta's paradise,
Expensive merchandise, I had to sacrifice for
Yeah)
Can you fill me in?
(Let's talk about it)
I was checking this girl next door when her parents went out
She phoned said, "Hey boy, come
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
wanna go from here yea
Now we looking for the next club near here
I'm the life of the party
Uh finna start it off
When she drinking she get sloppy with
Your mouth got you in it your
Ass can’t get you out
Next time hold your tongue
You wouldn’t have to hold your gun
Know when you don't want war with
riding the fence
Why can't I commence
The next part of the story
I don't know the answer
Do you know yours? Of course I know you're
Listening with a heart
at the red lights, to look at us like animals
I'm gettin' frisked by the cops
They only tryin' to get props, for blowin' off a black man's top
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