Lyrics:
Jones thing
This is just sweet, sweet, love
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I met her back in the day
Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed
It was sort
Jones thing
This is just sweet, sweet, love
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
I met her back in the day
Knew how much the bitch weighed and payed
It was sort
Set! (Killah!)
[Cam'Ron (Jim Jones)]
Yo baby yo, Hey, you, yes give me a kiss
You better make it fast, I know you like what's on my wrist
(Now y'all
I'm not into havin' clean fun
I step into the party strapped with a machine gun
But I'm no gangster like Gotti
"I'm just an M.C. to put the boogie in
Set! (Killah!)
[Cam'Ron (Jim Jones)]
Yo baby yo, Hey, you, yes give me a kiss
You better make it fast, I know you like what's on my wrist
(Now y'all
My nigga Ja sold more records than an o.g. (o.g.)
Tah flyin by in the Lac truck like a o.g.(o.g.)
For Gotti I'd body a nigga quicker than a o.g.
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
and a flow that never age
Come get your kool on, stars are made to shine
Stars are made to shine
Yo, I'm never sleeping like I'm on methamphetamines
Move
Gimme that funk, mmm (mmm)
Funk (funk), mmm (mmm)
Yo, gimme that funk (funk)
Oh yeah, baby, gimme that funk
Sho' nuff, that funk (funk)
Yo, yo
old back room
He'd bob his head and say, "Damn, oh, that's you?"
But by The Black Album, I was blackin' out
Party at S.O.B.'s and we had packed
[Daz] It's been a long time since you've heard from us Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Young Gotti Kurupt And now we back wit a little rhyme We can't stop,
realest nigga in it (I am)
Free my dogs i swear to God it been a minute
Yo, it's Boosie and Gotti
Niggas know we go retarded for money we fuck up the check
know the name of the game, yo' bitch chose me
Nigga, we can handle this like some gentleman
Or we can get into some gangsta shit
(Well what's up
[Puff Daddy]
Oh shit (what's that man)
I don't know kid, I think it's a party going on
Oh it's the remix
Check it, yeah muthafuckas
What we about
Swat: Tonight is the night loco
Hoy en el barrio hay party, party
Aquí puro Gangsta Party, party
Andamos a lo lary dary, budy
Caiganle pa acá eveybody,
know the name of the game, yo' bitch chose me
Nigga, we can handle this like some gentleman
Or we can get into some gangsta shit
(Well what's up
Homie get your gangsta on.
(Daz)
Now get your groove on, groove on.
Groove on, groove on.
(Kurupt)
Now get yo walk on, yo walk on.
Yo walk on.
Chorus 1
(Hook)
Hey yo, Ms. Trina rock the party
Hey yo, E-V-E rock the party
Hey yo, get on up, shake your body
Ain't no quitting, when the ladies come
It's old love, I could see the eyes up above
watchin, waitin for me to slip
lose grip, opposition got me on their list
I get freshed by Jase
he threw
grip, she want a gangsta, on Crip
(Strolling in the party)
'Cause you never met or seen a nigga quite like me
Just tryna give it to ya
(Walking in
a gangsta
These boys got you fooled, no they ain't gangstas
Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan
For nearly three summers, I was known by
(ay)
FMK, Big One
Los de la casa
Gotti
Los del espacio, mami
De Neco al mundo, baby
Fifty One, dale hasta abajo, ey
Que este party no termina, ah,
Drama tape" (Gangsta Grizzles)
In the gym, she just been workin' on her body
Rack it up, rack it up, feel just like Yo Gotti (Yo)
Ooh, Twenty you my
and call yo` bluff
Ignore a fool, that`s what they holler
Snatch his bootsy a** up by the collar
Law enforcement agents got me and my dudes up under
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