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the party
(Party) like she workin on the floor it's:
When her body (body) let's her work it on the pole

Ladies on the dancefloor
Ladies by the bar
like our blood's the same 
Party till we lose our aim 
Never shoot a gun again 

The monsters live and children die 
The blanket snatched from over
party)

Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision, my intention's to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my
party)

Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision, my intention's to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my
party)

Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision, my intention's to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my
party)

Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision, my intention's to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my
they, kept on passin' me by coz they can recognize a trick
Twenty minutes later and two double shots of yak
I take a look up at the clock, now where
Up out of there 
[daz, repeated several times until first verse begins] 
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party 

Ahh shit 
You've done fucked up now
Up out of there 
[daz, repeated several times until first verse begins] 
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party 

Ahh shit 
You've done fucked up now
disappear 
bow down in the presence of a Boss playa 

[Snoop] 
It's like 'cause, blood, gang banging 
everybody in the party doing dope slangin' 
you
[ Play ]
It's the P-l-a-why, just here to say hi
Askin you may I, tell you 'bout the day I
Picked up a microphone, a pad and a pen
The legend
Up out of there

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party

Pump that up G

Ah shit, you done fucked up now
Ain't nothing but a gangsta party
You
party)

Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision, my intention's to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg my
down like real cheap plastic
It ain't no thing, no sweat by me
Cause I know damn well where I want to be
So join my party if you see things my way
physical swing
Break beats and backspins, an old pad and a pen
These are broke mans poems, from begining* to end
The P-are-O with the soul, so let
he makes the party Boing, Boing

Bob Digi makes the party Boing, Boing



[Mr. Tibbs]

I'm a country man at heart but a city man by nature

'cause even
Paranoid make the wrong move bitch and your ass is out
Like M.O.P. nigga I'll mash you out
If I can't get your head swing by your house (motherfucker)
Like M.O.P., nigga, I'll mash you out
If I can't get you here, swing by your house, muthafucka

Ya'll niggas got it twisted, huh?
That liquor up into
Or catch me on the dancefloor feeling some tits
Sex sells, so I'mma P-I-M-P
So my pockets never be empty
It ain't no problem, we scoop them models
We got
(worrrrd up)
And the blood of Abraham (worrrrd up)
So let's get ready for the jam

[Chorus]

It was a Thursday night and the party was bumpin'
disappear 
Bow down in the presence of a Boss playa 

[Snoop] 
It's like 'cause, blood, gang banging 
Everybody in the party doing dope slangin' 
You
(Talking muffled by loud beats)

Check this out fool
I'm at this party
These two bitches lookin' hella pretty
I walk up and kiss 'em each on they
I R.SV.P.'d on the invitation
I sent it care of the blood
That saved me on the spot
With the One who will come

Like a thief in the night 
Like
for my homies to celebrate the gang truce
And they about to throw a cook-out
So I'm puttin down the hump, we sailin on the look-out
For C.H.P., I was
to laugh last as we stash the cash
Party til the sun come up then we smash
Alright all night flashlight nobody on that bullshit
Keepin it tight ya heard me