We Still Party
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Anal Puzzle y'all, we out
Groovin' off the spirituality
And it feels good
I got somethin' to say though
It's time for somebody to take over the West Coast pie with fly style
And I'm the one, been here for years, check your files
'Cause I'm the kind of nigga with a strong desire
To nut up, light a torch and set the world on fire
See me bouncin' in my Vette, doin' donuts in the middle
Of your cedar with Rosarita, tryin' to find some place to eat her
'Cause I'm freaky with a capital F
I beat up your little pocket Peter 'til there ain't nothin' left
I'm nasty, see we gets better when you think we hot
And we got more cheddar than they think we got
You see we make the kind of money that when we withdraw
They notify the feds 'cause it's too much, y'all
What you call a stash, we call it petty cash
Spend five to six figures a month, ain't nothin' to gash
Party all night and we sleep all day
Drink Corona Extra breakfast then we ready to play
I still like 'em green-eyed, big ol' titties and thighs
Big ol' nigga, little heart and I'm big at the thighs
So shoot your game baby girl, don't be scared to take a pass
You never know, just might be where
We still party, we gets high
Sometimes we don't feel grown up and that's no lie
So we party until we die
'Cause life is much too short for you to not be fly
Now whether or not I be drunk off a gallon of Moรซt
I can still make the beat stink like some slime or croquette
Go to the hood and get all the kids that I can fit
In the limo, take 'em to the store and buy 'em some shit
Give 'em a demo of my new shit 'cause it's the shit
And let 'em know that they the shit and they can make hits
'Cause it ain't shit, I gotta keep the cycle goin'
Baby doll, whichever way the wind be blowin', I'm goin'
Flyer than a motherfucker, Mr. Dante
Come on B, back me up each and every day
Whether it's hot, whether it's cold
Whether it's soft, whether it's bold
Whether it's new, whether it's old, whether it's gold
Platinum, I stack 'em, Dante, baby doll, we be fly
Freestylin' like a motherfucker, don't ask why
'Cause this ain't Budweiser, but why, sir?
Did you see her thighs on the curb?
We nastier than a motherfucker, baby doll
Can I freak your shit and break your sugar wall down?
To the compound, the elements, to my elephant
We still party, we gets high
Sometimes we don't feel grown up and that's no lie
So we party until we die
'Cause life is much too short for you to not be fly
Now do y'all feel that?
See, ain't nothin' but God mackin' goin' on right now, see
The game is to be told and not sold dependin' on which game it is
And we gon' keep it way real, you know
'Cause it ain't no doubt in nobody's mind
That I'm a very blessed individual, man
If we don't turn it around and give it back then we can't go forward
Do you feel me?
So that's what we do every time we get on this microphone
We let 'em know that we might be street rappers
But we are very much anointed
And we got somethin' to say
So if you feel me like we feelin' y'all
Get your ass up on the ball
Time to take this shit back, all of it
'Cause it was ours to begin with
Don't sleep, baby
Don't sleep, homie
Now when the hook come back again
We gon' say
We still party, we gets high
Sometimes we don't feel grown up and that's no lie
So we party until we die
'Cause life is much too short for you to not be fly
We still party, we gets high
Sometimes we don't feel grown up and that's no lie
So we party until we die
'Cause life is much too short for you to not be fly