Lyrics:
back porch sipping coffee by da lake
Ward wake up let's get back to da trap
Ooh yeah clright
Don't Be Late Baby
Ooh yeah its clright
Don't Be Late
He in his feelings his wall built up
Summer 21 shit
This some
This some
This some
This some
Summer '21 shit
Summer '21 shit
Some shit to jump out
gonna be a 2000 to the 2020 2030, 2040
Let's turn it up, get a dance-off
It's a party outside!
Oh, you tryna get right
(It's a party outside)
Oh, you
Because we motherfucking hustlers - 4x
[Magic]
Now you can call me greedy
But I envy niggas balling harder
Then up comes, the 9th Ward shit starter
I'm
(Sign here)
(Here)
(And uh here)
(And initial here)
(Good)
Dinner party at sins table
Nights host was so pale and plain
He said, run the game boy
to fuck shit up
Now who throws shit?
[Nate Dogg]
No one throws a Eastside party like we do
Nobody...No one does it better
No one throws a Eastside
up some niggaz from the 5th Ward
And came back with a motherfuckin' hit squad
Motherfuckin' uzi machine
Big Chief packed an M-16
Will and AK
LIVER
Cuz if we binge drink like we're all eighteen
No wait 21. yeah, that's what I mean
We'll party harder, no need for drugs
Let's sing once more while
begin to bomb in a calm manner, jaws drop and shatter
gall bladders burst, punks jump up and get their egos punched
by a far fatter verse
and you can
or fuck around and catch a body.
Man you know what's going down at the end of the
Party.
I be all on Facebook trying to link up with shawty.
I aint
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side, only
I never fucked Nick' and that's fucked up
If I did fuck, she'd be
Casamigo bottle
And it's full of water
I just woke up hungover wit sombody daughter
Ian 21 but I left that pussy slaughtered
Can tell by the way she
Been about a day since I bled in a pine bed
Get 'em full of dread when they
Find out that I’m dead
Body full of meds, mislead by a pill head
Fucking
a new new poundin it
Last call
Ain't no such
Then we drinkin one in my clutch
Keep the party goin
I'm getting your lust up
Everybody we be comin
party yah shot
Yeah Yeah
Da party yah shot
Da party yah shot like a matic
Gyal a bubble and a bum pon it
Liquor by the crate henny affi
Up in a mi cup
a ragy baby, he's way too crazy}
[Tray Deee]
What up 'cause? You know ain't nothin' different on mines
When I hit up motherfuckers with that look in
these years
Hopefully by the time I'm 21 we'll be screaming out in cheers
Like momma I made it your son just signed a record deal
No he ain't fuck with
inner city kid
(What!) Step the fuck back then relax
Rough is on a full scale attack black
Huh, I'm packing a full metal jacket
A bat, 21 guns
me for the car pool
Chromosome, part full
Prolly off a Norco
And gas, not the Arco
Popping since the intro
You shopping from the window
Play my
soldier till I die
We run this place, and I say the same shit, with a gun up in my face
I ain't scared to die, bitch like I said before, ho
3rd Ward, I'm
a rebel 'til I die
With my arm out the window with
A jar full of shine
Arm out the window with a jar full of shine
Party in the woods knee deep in
out, drink up, now put ya bank up
It's all on me, I got a scenery to stank up (yeah)
Crank up the beat, raise up the heat
I'm throwin' a block party
full
Of fuckboys buried by the lake
7th Ward Lord gotta pay if you wanna be
A boss hog instead of a fucking slave
I'm 'bout whatever you 'bout
These
I'm by my dolo[01:30.70]Used to feel so far, now I feel so close[01:33.21]She think I just wanna party and go home.[01:36.61]Oh no[01:38.57]I ain't come
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