Текст песни Daz Dillinger f Whiteboy Ryan - Ain`t Nothin` But a Gangsta Party 2
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Ain`t nothin` but a gangsta party, party, party (X4)Yea, club packed tonight, you know what I meanYou know it ain`t nothin but a gangsta party in this motherfuckerI`m back, Dat Nigga Daz[Chorus]Now do my niggaz run this motherfucker? (Hell yea!)Or do my ladies run this motherfucker? (Hell yea!)Or do my gangstas run this motherfucker? (Hell yea!)Now do my bitches run this motherfucker? (Hell yea!)[Daz Dillinger]Dat Nigga Daz is back in the house, gangsta`d outShowin` you what I`m all aboutWho run this motherfucker? - DogghouseNobody else, so got new shit on the shelfAnd play the cards that were dealtYou know I`m feeling high, so high that I could reach the skyBut if you reach for your pistol, and then you dieI`m gettin` cold like just fights, when the party biteNo fights all night until the moonlightYou know the ladies is feelin` itThe hoes is chillin` with the gangstas and thugs, two partners is who they gettin` with itIt ain`t no party like a Dogghouse party cause a Dogghouse party don`t stopYou know we rock the party, and it`s everybodyFuck the cops and we chillin` on the blockYou get dust off, you snitches, you suckas!Put your sets in the air and represent for your colors![Chorus][Whiteboy Ryan]It`s a gangsta party, bitches bout` to get naughtyAnd on that Mo we like to sip (C`mon)We up at Dogg`s house gettin` head on the couchHater bitches gets the tip stuck dead in they mouthNow we bangin` Daz DilliCrip walkin` with a Philly hangin` out my mouthGot that G-Pimp step and there ain`t no doubt - when it comes to the bluntsWe up in smoke house, hit up the whole houseNow this is a gangsta party, bout` to bump me into a mamiOoh! she freakin for weekend tonightGet a cup filled up so she feel me rightNow this is a gangsta party, bout` to bump me into a mamiOoh! she freakin for weekend tonightGet a cup filled up so she feel me right[Chorus][Daz Dillinger]I get the crowd hyped, that`s when I step on stageMic and 12-gauge, I keep the people a rageWho afraid of the true Dogg`s, true G`s of the West CoastGet smoked, we no joke onsite you get smoked - layed out, stretched outYour best route to get to steppin`Packin` weapons, you entered the smoke sessionBlaze it up, young sag, Chuck`s and blue ragsNothing but DPGC`s nigga your hadGrab for your shit - comin` quick, it`s getting tenseHaving money out to break a bitchYou know my job is to keep you movin`To keep doin` what your doin` on that note homeboy you`ve been ruined, ruin your crewIf you approach the Dogg`s you`ll get smokedAnd to smoke all slobs - that is our jobYou see I walk with a limp, smoke blunts and pimpI keep it gangsta, nigga - you know my click[Chorus]Ain`t nothin` but a gangsta party, party, party (X4)[Julio G]187.4 FM on your dialW-Ballz back in the houseLookin` for your ear hole, lookI`m Julio G, we do it highRight here live and direct from the West Coast, CaliforniaWe call it Dogg PoundDaz Dillinger...he`s a million dollar motherfuckerHave you heard?