Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Came To Party, artist - 40 Glocc. Album song I Am Legend, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.03.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: ZooLife
Song language: English
Came To Party |
| Light up that marijuana |
| Pass me the bomb |
| Fill up my cup |
| Fill it up with Patron |
| Sun |
| We just came to party |
| And I’m feelin' good |
| I got the Remy for any women that’s feeling loose |
| Your man grillin' and he just up on my tennis shoes |
| I think we met, we gettin' checks like |
| You see her shinin' with diamonds, glass, a swimmin' pool |
| All the women drool, when they see the linen jewels |
| The way you drifted by, it really got me in the mood |
| Take me to the room and blow me up like a inner clue |
| I just came to party |
| Pulled up |
| In my old school, with the naughty |
| Valet park |
| My shit, next to 40's |
| Tip Toe |
| In the Coup, he look sporty (He ridin' three piece) |
| And I’m tryin' to leave tonight, with at least three freaks |
| Hit the room, you know, until I skeet, skeet |
| I hope these clowns in here ain’t tryin' to start beef |
| Cause that’ll be the reason that niggas kickin' your front teeth |
| We just came to party |
| We ain’t comin' hear to |
| Start shit with nobody |
| Girl, we just wanna see ya |
| Work that, work that, body |
| With ya man lookin' like |
| He, can murk somebody |
| We just sipped a little |
| Bit too much Bacardi |
| He done tripped into this |
| Cup, and spilt it on me |
| Now, he’s startin' on some |
| Shit, this with the naughty |
| He’s about to get the |
| Shit, kicked, out of him |
| I don’t got no time for these niggas that’s playing games |
| I don’t take it as a diss unless you sayin' my name |
| I’m a bad influence, I smoke weed in front of kids |
| I crack a bottle open and ask 'em |
| If they wanna swig |
| I’m the bad guy that touched your wife |
| Tip Toe ain’t nothin' nice |
| I rob Benz and still sport a gang of ice |
| We gettin' money, we ain’t trippin' off you hoe niggas |
| Cause if we want you, we’ll come show up at your show, niggas |
| He 'bout to get the |
| Shit kicked the fucked out of 'em |
| They call me |
| Once y’all killin', the Crips is lovin' 'em |
| I split his fuckin' |
| Head for the pushin' and shovin' 'em |
| So crazy |
| I harass and embarrass him in public 'em |
| Just sayin' |
| Hit a stick that get a guerilla pissin' me with that is Crip |
| I could get sick as I wanna get, cause you know I’m the shit |
| Never sound like an amateur, I damage niggas' brains |
| This buster |
| Came to be a party pooper, I’m insane |
| Got a couple of handguns, feel like my block is ready |
| And I’m livin' it Thug Life, like I was Makaveli and |
| Nigga, this Zoo Life, nigga, I ride for it |
| I’ll die for it and do federal time for it |
| I’m a Inglewood nigga, just have it at any brother |
| I ain’t started gangbangin' because of my favorite color |
| I done flip the whole brick |
| I’m flippin' this cocaine |
| Got socas in line, dancin' like it’s Soul Train |
| The party don’t pop off, unless we pop up in it |
| If the drama jump off, the first to dive up in it |
| Infamous G on it, baby, Shady, Aftermath |
| I done started my own shit, some life about to crack |
| Bloods and Crips, they love me (I get my point across) |
| Bang on the nigga that’s phony (sauce) |
| Pick up the phone with the police |
| And he was tryin' to kick it, but nigga’s got cold feet |
| YAH! |
| ZOO LIFE! |
| INFAMOUS! |
| SHADY! |
| AFTERMATH! |
| BIOTCH! |