heard me, where the party at [Chorus: Bass Heavy] Somebody tell me where the party's at Crystal and mo you know we like it like that Tell all the mamis where
me, where the party at [Chorus: Bass Heavy] Somebody tell me where the party's at Crystal and mo you know we like it like that Tell all the mamis where
Thanks to dalyricalmaster@tupac.com for these lyrics. (Intro: WC) Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang Dub-C
a nigga in his neck for disrespect, caught a body Got a murder in Miami for a shoot-out at a party Got blood in my trunk from a punk who squealed Had
I be dumpin' niggas off from New Orleans to California Rowdy like a hurricane Independent, black owned, got them hooked on this cocaine You used to see C, C
We have MOBB nigga yeah a huh Uh yeah, c'mon now, yeah yo yo Ain't no party once we crash the party I'm might squeeze shorty, then vacate the party
You know we don't drop hits, uh uh We drop classics nigga, uh huh Cash money, c'mon, get at me nigga Nigga thuggin' is in my blood and my genes All the
fuck nigga what Full of that weed, planted like a poppy seed A slanted and enchanted nigga named Young Bleed party on in the jungle, where the murder
What! We thuggin'. Put 'em up! Thuggin' with them gold teeth. Where them thug girls with them golds? Where y'all at whodi? And y'all niggas with that
rollin' me beads just so they can hang C'mon and toke on a dub with me, I love cities with parties That's full of bitches where they let me rub titties
Counting down: 4 3 2 1 Chorus x8 (c-murder) Tru niggas gonna ride (we gonna ride or die) Verse 1: (c-murder) Hit em' up, hit em' up, nigga I fuck
Knowmsayin'? Tell them hoes come to the floor dogg! [C-Murder] TRU, ya dig? [Mac] Whoa! [Magic] What? It's goin' DOOOOOOOOOOWN tonight! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHAH! Where the ladies at
on the hills Where Hurricane lay his head at Anywhere in the U.S., that's where I get my bread at Nigga play the 9 by my waist, where the lead at? Anywhere
my hands on you nigga, I'ma show you what I'm bout Keep yappin at the mouth and get knocked the fuck out Knocked the fuck out, knocked the fuck out Keep yappin at
all going to die, that's why I love life [Psycho Les] This is for my niggas from S.A. D.C. And D.R. where we are, 'Nut is who we are Fly off the FDR
eyes glisten at rousing, rusing at Lannigan's Ball Six long months I spent in Dublin, six long months doing nothing at all, Six long months I spent
