Uzis and Grenades
The Game
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Somebody running outside, yelling one-eight-seven Somebody running outside, yelling one-eight Somebody running outside, yelling one-eight Somebody running outside, yelling one-eight Somebody running outside, yelling one-eight-seven Aye where the party at? When the drug dealers and the fiends outside all day Where the party at? Uzis and grenades, we flocking handguns If you want it, you can come and get some If you got it, you can pay the ransom Where the party at? In the Bentley truck talking on my Nokia I be selling out the Nokia Got twins if you know Tia, then you know Kia Balling bitches ride Benz's, nigga, no gears On my way to the lip, bumping on a lid With a bitch that look like Pia Mia, nigga you should see her Head like Sia, diamonds in her ear Sipping brandy, plus the money long like Nia And I feel like that went over your head And I don't think you understood what I said See Brandy was Nia Long's name in "Boyz 'n the Hood" Translation: dope boy in the hood Get the packages out, the fiends is running the Rams is back The Rams still go, the niggas getting jacked The cops is circling, niggas is murdering Dead bodies everywhere, that's just Compton nigga Somebody running outside, yelling one-eight-seven Aye, where the party at? When the drug dealers and the fiends outside all day Where the party at? Uzis and grenades, we flocking handguns If you want it, you can come and get some If you got it, you can pay the ransom Where the party at? Riding with a G bitch, smoking on a G stick In a G wagon, I'm always on some G shit Used to be in G rides, bumping Warren G shit Used to be in G fives, now I'm in the G six Used to be in G-Rs, now I'm with some G-Stars Couple G's in every pocket, sitting where the G's are Used to be in U.G. Village with my G ma Hand on the Jesus, RIP to my G-Pa See life is up and down like a seesaw And everybody working tryna get they RiRi off You got pregnant teens and absent fathers Outta town niggas they clapped regardless It's a trap for the young If you ever answer wrong when they ask where you from And niggas gotta watch them colors They say banging played 'til they get they bodies verified by their mothers Somebody running outside, yelling one-eight-seven Aye, where the party at? When the drug dealers and the fiends outside all day Where the party at? Uzis and grenades, we flocking handguns If you want it, you can come and get some If you got it, you can pay the ransom Where the party at?
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Written by: Uforo Ebong, Cash Jones, Jayceon Taylor, Stanley Benton
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