Lyrics:
a slow jam like this
You ain't neva had a remix like this
You ain't neva been freaky like this
Rollin on 24's like this
Neva had a pool party like this
a gangsta party
Bun B, Eightball and this ya boy Yo Gotti
[Chorus]
All my hot girls bop for me
Go 'head and drop for me
D Boys rock with me
Come buy
I'm for real about this shit
This the remix (welcome to my hood)
Let's go (Where the hood at?)
Remix (where the hood at?)
Remix (where the hood
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
[Ja rule (fabolous)]
(we trin' to kill these niggas)
Yo
(yea, uh huh, yea)
We in the door now
(yea)
Holla, rule nigga, with the f-a-b-o haha,
chill with 50
I got the gangsta party crackin' in the back, in fact
I got them dub sacs to highlight ya whole night
Doggy Dogg is a hog, and a boss,
and my pants never sagg
[Hook: x 2]
[Verse Three: Silkk The Shocker]
It ain't nothing but a gangsta party
You know what we bring
No Limit
Sabyn, it’s Jeff, hit me back!
The immaculate ones
DP, SM , JD,
Its the remix baby
Stumble outta bed and I tumble to the whip
Hop in and drive for
[Snoop Dogg]
I am Doggy Dogg bitch (beitch) love to hit a switch
Never hit a bitch (beitch) love that gangsta shit
Can I hear your flow? Can I fuck yo
Hey Gotti, Hey Chuck
How the fuck we gon' keep droppin this fire on these niggaz?
Know what I'm saying we killin' 'em on the radio
Then we jump
Ha, yeah
It go, gangsta, gangsta, thug, killa
I'm the black panther that shot the drug dealer (uh-huh)
I live on the block where dudes bust they
Ha, yeah
It go, gangsta, gangsta, thug, killa
I'm the black panther that shot the drug dealer (uh-huh)
I live on the block where dudes bust they
come fuck wit we tonight
Ay yo, dis one dedicated to the gyal dem wid
Di fat up and plump up
Disrespect you get shot up and tump up
Gangstas push up,
bitches like fucking with a rider
Slider to the sider invite her
To a gangsta party provider laughing
With a lot of meat by products mm
And beat
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Numbers don't lie (I'm Yo Gotti)
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men
right, remix
El remix (Yo le rompo el bumper)
"Yo nigga, whatcha'll workin' on?"
[NLS]-"Nigga, who the fuck is this?"
[MP]-"This P, nigga, whats happenin'"
[NLS]-"This ain't no mutha fuckin'
Loose)
[Verse 2: Veronica Vega]
Yo man say my body so trill
Yo body so ill
It's by its own will
He ova here still
Yo man wanna get with me
Everything I
groove on
Before he get gis glock and gat up the party like Gotti
I'm runnin' thangs from the inside
Rap better wait because your style done died
It's like shit is coming down from the motherfuckin' heavens
It's a new motherfuckin' day
Get down or lay down
Ay yo, turn the fuck up
Ay yo, fuck
I be booted out my eyes, send niggas to the sky
You gon' have to put up with my guys, bae, this my life
Pop Mollys, I'm in the Yo' with Rock Gotti
the haver owners
Back in the past we used to blast on the older
But now we gettin' cash for chasin' ass
And performin' yep young Gotti* please keep the party
Yo
Yea, Uh Huh, Yea
We in the door now
Yea
Holla, Rule nigga, With the F-A-B-O haha, Yea
Yea
Cluemanatti
My nigga
Holla back nigga
Yea, Uh,
They call me Young Gotti
You want to party I'm out to catch a body
They say I shine but I don't feel like a star
Always tryin' to play niggas like
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