| PARTY… PARTY!
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| PARTY… PARTY!
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| Me and my G boys rush through the door
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| Time to get rowdy, we’s about to take the floor
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| Gotta let em' know, represent, throw ya hood up
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| I yell «Where my G’s at» and the whole club stood up
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| We bout to blow it out, these women lookin' stout
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| We fixin' to break em' off cause that’s what we all about
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| The party don’t stop, pop the top on the Moet
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| And if we run out, I got plenty we can go get
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| Diamonds on my neck, golds in my mouth
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| This is how we do it deep, down in the South
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| Candy paint jobs with the twenties on the Chevy
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| Plenty Optimos cause you know we rollin' heavy
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| You never can suspend me, you always see me rippin'
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| I keep the yok stashed just in case they start trippin'
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| In the parking lot hit the brakes to the beat
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| With Versace on my back and them gators on my feet
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| But cha' know it ain’t nothin' but a gangsta party (PARTY!)
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| It ain’t nothin' but a gangsta party (PARTY!)
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| It ain’t nothin' but a gangsta party (PARTY!)
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| It ain’t nothin' but a gangsta party (PARTY!)
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| It ain’t nothin' but a gangsta party (PARTY!)
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| It ain’t nothin' but a gangsta party (PARTY!)
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| It ain’t nothin' but a gangsta party (PARTY!)
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| It ain’t nothin' but a gangsta party (PARTY!)
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| Welcome every hood from all around the city
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| The women lookin' good even though they ain’t sedity
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| Chronic in my system, liquor in my cup
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| Ya better take cover, we about to blow it up
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| Buck jumpin' to the beat, we all off in the street
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| We see it’s all love but we still pack the heat
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| We keep it sucker free, steady firin' bud up
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| We all pimp sharp, we ain’t tryin' to tear the club up
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| Down for whatever, styled women all around
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| Rollers in the back breakin' trees off of pounds
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| Niggas from the Mound, niggas from Blackhaven
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| We toss it up like Pac cause it ain’t no ho savin'
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| Sippin' Alize, chiefin' hay with my click
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| V.I.P. |
| section cause ya know we roll thick
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| 20 deep on the creep, tryin' to get em' in
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| Drunk as a skunk still sippin' on gin
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| Me and my G boys rush through the door
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| Time to get rowdy, we’s about to take the floor
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| Gotta let em' know, represent, throw ya hood up
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| I yell «Where my G’s at» and the whole club stood up
|
| We bout to blow it out, these women lookin' stout
|
| We fixin' to break em' off cause that’s what we all about
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| The party don’t stop, pop the top on the Moet
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| And if we run out, I got plenty we can go get
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| Diamonds on my neck, golds in my mouth
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| This is how we do it deep, down in the South
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| Candy paint jobs with the twenties on the Chevy
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| Plenty Optimos cause you know we rollin' heavy
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| You never can suspend me, you always see me rippin'
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| I keep the yok stashed just in case they start trippin'
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| In the parking lot hit the brakes to the beat
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| With Versace on my back and them gators on my feet |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gangsta Party , by - Gangsta Pat. Song from the album Tear Yo Club Down, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп