Lyrics:
G's,
It ain't nothing but a gangsta party
For the love of my cars to the gangstas We live by the code
For my real ones stuck in the ghetto In
Wall Street gangsta
Carter, ya'll
Why would I lie, yeah
I ain't rich, bitch, I'm wealthy
Young, I talk shit til I die
Come kill me, nigga
Fuck you,
can't take the hood up outta me, you dig
Raised by the gangstas, the generals, the thieves, the twins
Yet I'm stealing niggas, please what you know
(Don't stop, pop that, don't stop)
(Pop that pop that pop that)
Drop that pussy bitch
What ya twerkin' wit'?
I'm young Papi
Champagne they know
Taste it again, I like it
I'm the original G-O-D
Making young ladies scream's my specialty
When I go dun dun dun duh, girls get hype
From
you tell me to go low
So I go low, (slurp), taste the shit
Taste it again, I like it
I'm the original G-O-D
Making young ladies scream's my
You can bet
Swagger aint no body got
My neck and my watch big rocks like hoa,
One shout for young jeezy thats my mothafuckin dog,
He just like me,
rink, mobs and crews would take minks
Clean streets, hustlers, crack cocaine
Gave back by throwin block parties and basketball games
A lotta cash
of the party, mmm-hmm, 'til I almost cry, mmm-mmm
It's the life of the party, to think I could've almost died
Lord, help us
Hey, Miss Donda
If you run into
like Beyonce
I done forgot about fiance, blowin' smoke up in the air
Table dances by my chair
Get something now
I'm hot from New Orleans
Weezy F
All tha bad bitches love to get naughty
When they step into tha Gangsta Party
Shake somethin' twerk somethin' girl move ya body
When you step into
the C-P-T, Young G with heart, too
Oh we still party, but now it's part II and
I don't want to party wit' you, hell naw
'Cause bitch you scary
You 20
taught me how to go down south
He really really tried to hurt me hurt me
I really love his thug and gangsta style
Yo we got chicks in the living room
to work my body
He really taught me how to go down south
He really really tried to hurt me hurt me
I really love his thug and gangsta style
Yo we got
to work my body
He really taught me how to go down south
He really really tried to hurt me hurt me
I really love his thug and gangsta style
Yo we got
Richie, Luke, Arkay, Marty, Tahay (real niggas)
Rico, Black, Party Rob, and Eighty (real niggas)
Y.G., Nut, Foul One, and Lord (real niggas)
Blink, Ice,
Artist: DJ Envy f/ Jay-Z
Album: Blok Party Vol. 1
Song: H.O.V.A.
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
[Jay-Z] + (DJ Envy)
Yo uh, dim
bitchy
But they pass on by cuz I got killers with me
Deep in the midsts no snitches or witnesses
Just a gangsta party with
The deadliest constituents
This
Cause i wasnt able
Stuck by my nigga side like we neighbors
Flock like a bird
Gotta fly like ravens
Look at this shit feeling so amazing
We was camping
When we fall up in the party, they know anything goes
Check my Rolex, they say I'm the man of the hour
All this green in my pockets, you can call it
nothing but a gangster party
Power Verse
For the love of my culture
The gangstas
we live by the code
For my real ones stuck in the ghetto
In west coast
in
nothing but a gangster party
Power Verse
For the love of my culture
The gangstas
we live by the code
For my real ones stuck in the ghetto
In west coast
in
Hook
All tha bad bitches love to get naughty when they step into tha Gangsta Party
Shake somethin’ twerk somethin’ girl move that body when you
gun wounds
You a punk bitch ass nigga you soft duke
I'm a young rich ass nigga who love to
Show you how a nigga get his lights blew
Teach you
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