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Yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, this what we gon' do
We gon' fall through the hood, scoop up the lil' homies
And hit the motherfuckin' party banged out
Dig what I'm sayin'?
We gon' let them niggas get they walk on, we gon' get our ride on
And leave with a couple of bitches
And rep this Dub-S thang to the fullest
Westside, like that
When the music is bumpin' and the homies givin' somethin'
All the hoes is comin' and you know they all fuckin'
Got that Henny lit, mad bitches puffin' on somethin'
And the niggas outside if you bitches wanna fight
Then the niggas pulled up and the deuces all white
And you know we banged out when the homies come around
One time's always turnin' it out
Because we bangin' at the party
We come through on that 22 shoe
In that SL 500, Chapel Hill light blue
In Cali we hit the valet
You ain't got it like that, park in the alley, nigga
Get in line while we skip the line for ya
Get inside, we'll be gettin' high
On the dance floor with a big behind
Nigga, don't get mad 'cause your dick ain't mine
So when you see the Westside up in VIP
Don't bring your ass up there tryna be Ali
I'll beat your ass back down just to be on TV
You know, bad publicity'll sell another CD
Fuck with that, fuck with this, and I fuck with the Cris'
Only fuck with the dark, never fuck with too much
And if you're just gettin' in, motherfucker, you're tardy
'Cause we bangin' at the party
When the music is bumpin' and the homies givin' somethin'
All the hoes is comin' and you know they all fuckin'
Got that Henny lit, mad bitches puffin' on somethin'
And the niggas outside if you bitches wanna fight
Then the niggas pulled up and the deuces all white
And you know we banged out when the homies come around
One time's always turnin' it out
Because we bangin' at the party
Yeah, you know it's a white tee occasion
We in G formation, reppin' the G nation
I pull up on three wheels, swangin' the rag fo'
Hop out with the sag low, strapped with the mag fo'
It's cash flow, thick money rolls and thick hoes
We got those, and it's a party on the block, loc
And it's a party on the block, dawg
You know it's packed full of hogs that's active and hard on hoes
Handcuffin' your broad is a negative
The 23rd Letter, I'm a OG at reppin' this
Believe, Snoop never nervous to crack a ho
Plus I got them sacks on deck, servin' like mackin' row
K-Mac for sure, I'll give you what you askin' fo'
I treat a bitch like a bitch and let a ho be a ho
It's a Dub-S-C thang, Soprano the name
H-double-O Bang, YG connect gang, nigga
If you're down with the connect, then ya (Walk, walk)
If you're strapped with a TEC, then ya (Walk, walk)
If you represent your set, then ya (Walk, walk)
If you a neighborhood vet, then ya (Walk, walk)
If the bitch won't talk, then ya (Walk, walk)
Outline them niggas with the chalk, then ya (Walk, walk)
If you're sippin' on that dark, then ya (Walk, walk)
Y'all niggas don't want it
When the music is bumpin' and the homies givin' somethin'
All the hoes is comin' and you know they all fuckin'
Got that Henny lit, mad bitches puffin' on somethin'
And the niggas outside if you bitches wanna fight
Then the niggas pulled up and the deuces all white
And you know we banged out when the homies come around
One time's always turnin' it out
Because we bangin' at the party
Geez, what's going on
Are we still intoxicated there
you-you got any guns on you, wepons
I-am just gonna put your hands on your back for me, real quick
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