Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gangsta Party, artist - The Game. Date of issue: 11.01.2011
Song language: English
Gangsta Party |
| PARTY… PARTY! |
| PARTY… PARTY! |
| Me and my G boys rush through the door |
| Time to get rowdy, we’s about to take the floor |
| Gotta let em' know, represent, throw ya hood up |
| 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 |
| The party don’t stop, pop the top on the Moet |
| And if we run out, I got plenty we can go get |
| Diamonds on my neck, golds in my mouth |
| This is how we do it deep, down in the South |
| Candy paint jobs with the twenties on the Chevy |
| Plenty Optimos cause you know we rollin' heavy |
| You never can suspend me, you always see me rippin' |
| I keep the yok stashed just in case they start trippin' |
| In the parking lot hit the brakes to the beat |
| With Versace on my back and them gators on my feet |
| But cha' know it ain’t nothin' but a gangsta party (PARTY!) |
| It ain’t nothin' but a gangsta party (PARTY!) |
| It ain’t nothin' but a gangsta party (PARTY!) |
| It ain’t nothin' but a gangsta party (PARTY!) |
| It ain’t nothin' but a gangsta party (PARTY!) |
| It ain’t nothin' but a gangsta party (PARTY!) |
| It ain’t nothin' but a gangsta party (PARTY!) |
| It ain’t nothin' but a gangsta party (PARTY!) |
| Welcome every hood from all around the city |
| The women lookin' good even though they ain’t sedity |
| Chronic in my system, liquor in my cup |
| Ya better take cover, we about to blow it up |
| Buck jumpin' to the beat, we all off in the street |
| We see it’s all love but we still pack the heat |
| We keep it sucker free, steady firin' bud up |
| We all pimp sharp, we ain’t tryin' to tear the club up |
| Down for whatever, styled women all around |
| Rollers in the back breakin' trees off of pounds |
| Niggas from the Mound, niggas from Blackhaven |
| We toss it up like Pac cause it ain’t no ho savin' |
| Sippin' Alize, chiefin' hay with my click |
| V.I.P. |
| section cause ya know we roll thick |
| 20 deep on the creep, tryin' to get em' in |
| Drunk as a skunk still sippin' on gin |
| Me and my G boys rush through the door |
| Time to get rowdy, we’s about to take the floor |
| Gotta let em' know, represent, throw ya hood up |
| 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 |
| The party don’t stop, pop the top on the Moet |
| And if we run out, I got plenty we can go get |
| Diamonds on my neck, golds in my mouth |
| This is how we do it deep, down in the South |
| Candy paint jobs with the twenties on the Chevy |
| Plenty Optimos cause you know we rollin' heavy |
| You never can suspend me, you always see me rippin' |
| I keep the yok stashed just in case they start trippin' |
| In the parking lot hit the brakes to the beat |
| With Versace on my back and them gators on my feet |