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and out of life
I'll take you shoppin' and knockin'
Rockin' the proper fit
These women jockin'
And me I talkin' the Prada shit
You pour some Ginuwine
snitched it got me losin lots of sleep
At night, you know my mouth is tight
I never sang to the cops cause that shit ain't right
Sometimes I stroll past
diamonds on my chain
Surrounded by bad bitches I can't get 'em out my face
Maybe 'cause a nigga handsome and wealthy
Is it 'cause a nigga cook like
Up out of there

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ah shit, you done fucked up now (ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
You done put two
Up out of there

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ah shit, you done fucked up now (ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
You done put two
Up out of there

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ah shit, you done fucked up now (ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
You done put two
don't give a fuck (I don't give a motherfuck)

(There it is  there it goes)
So while the clock be tock tickin' Tha Liks be hop hippin'
Straight
Up out of there

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ah shit, you done fucked up now (ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
You done put two
A pool party in my crib at the Daytona
Hosted by Sonia and Monya, ooh

Mami, walkin' up the beach, so fly, so neat
It's me and Ginuwine, twenty threes
Up out of there

Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ah shit, you done fucked up now (ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
You done put two
with my brother see
Put together UGK and shit, the rest is history
We make hits by the dozen, put it down when they said we wasn't
Trust me it's nothin
It's automatic, now I realize I gotta have 
Lifestyles of the rich, that fly assed bitch 
There's a track to be ripped, I got the hot shit 
Check
bitches feel me 
Cause I go by the name of (Catashtophy!) 

This is how it goes down, check out he sound 
Westcoast underground, who is the tightest?
by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin' like this

Cruisin' down the street in my
by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went somethin' like this

Cruisin' down the street in my
crimes and never make it past they primes 
My flows are numerous like East Valley murders 
Bustin' shit off like talk is cheap like Rally's burgers 
You
to my funeral with that fake shit
Y'all better off realizing there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me
All I ever asked is keep it 8 more than 92 with
sayin, the funk lab that is and we run this shit like this.

(Black C)
This some shit you can't fuck with out the funk lab
We got some game for you niggaz
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late

1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4
Oohh, uh-oh, it's time, Meth Man, G-Wine, aiy-aiy-aiy-aiy
Aiyo, Meth this shit sick boy, haha, (it's beautiful) yeah
What's up (aww man, it's
shit
(Hope he don't pop my truck cause in there is some shit)
Cause I got bout three or four bricks in that bitch
(Cause I got bout three or four bricks
Inside of ya head is what's soundin like it's bassin
Boom, Bing, Bang
All you haters in the game, Strange lane takin aim
Ain't a damn thang sane, I get it
shit
Na na na na
Thirty six twenty four thirty sixer
Cant get any thicker
Think I need tip her
Like oh shit
She got me like ohh shit
Na na na na
to my funeral with that fake shit
Y'all better off realizing there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me
All I ever asked is keep it 8 more than 92 with
I'm tryin' to eat like Russel
Murda is my hustle But you keep chasin' yesterday, you goin' miss tomorrow
It's murda motherfucker we don't beg