Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Party We Will Throw Now!, artist - Warren G.. Date of issue: 23.04.2012
Song language: English
Party We Will Throw Now! |
| As I travel this lonely gangster road |
| Just me and my negroes |
| We still got bomb hydro |
| We just double independent |
| And the night falls that’s when young girls go home |
| Big girls put on small clothes |
| A party we will throw |
| A party we will throw now |
| All I need is the chronic to keep me fit |
| A bad bitch, a project apartment and 2 pits |
| Red chucks of red big to keep my kush lit |
| Thank god for what I get but never really needed shit |
| I’m a hustler nigga, that’s how I got this red Bentley |
| Slay the competition and told them that Dre sent me |
| Walk in the smoke like what up loc |
| Cause one always got that bomb dot com that make me choke |
| We gonna twist up, 8 for Nate blow the smoke through the clouds |
| And hopes that it reaches the pearly gates |
| Now, how many niggas wanna throw up a dub |
| And be surrounded by the baddest bitches up in the club yeah |
| It’s the math blood, sixes on the ave cuz |
| Phantom got your girl pussy wetter than my bath tub |
| Fuck her all night, wake her up at 6 |
| Lil mama grab your shit, get ghost |
| As I travel this lonely gangster road |
| Just me and my negroes |
| We still got bomb hydro |
| We just double independent |
| And the night falls that’s when young girls go home |
| Big girls put on small clothes |
| A party we will throw |
| A party we will throw now |
| Click clack what up, zig zag run up |
| Nic nac paddie whack, twisting up a fat sack |
| Tic tac toe up, I be in them streets like an intersection |
| I got connection, from every section |
| Critical, political, it’s killer Cal' |
| Roll it up, now pass that shit around |
| My mental is cynical, original |
| Thinking you could see us |
| I’m like nigga how? |
| I’m in that diamond lane, I’m in that diamond chain |
| Glissing and glowing, I’m sipping liquor I’m blowing zippers my nigga I’m on one |
| I’m pushing the zone up, I’m sitting up, my pistol shining my chrome up |
| My nigga Game got the gun load |
| One shot mix a nigga brain like some gumbo, oh, oh |
| All that tough talk nigga, what for? |
| Shut your scary ass up at the front door |
| Could nobody diss my nigga, damn I miss my nigga |
| Pour out a little liquor, big Nate Dogg nigga 213 |
| From the city by the sea, where the G’s ride, |
| Turn around baby let me listen to the b-side |
| Slap that, tap that, after that, east side |
| As I travel this road I see the street sign |
| Ready for whatever, Berrettas you know I keep mine |
| Mr L-B, C-P-T nigga we be, OG to BG, that’s what we be, killer (what?) |
| Cali-forni-a, eh, know the strap, hop into the six stray Snoop, what up loc |
| I’m headed to the east side, G ride throwing up everything but the peace sign |
| Gold Daytonas, gangbang persona nigga trip, I’ma pop the top off his Corolla |