She want it, I can tell she want it Want me to push up on it 'fore she know when I'm all on it We get the party going, liquor flowing, this is fire 50
I don't give a fuck If it's me against a million billion of y'all, mother fuckers I will never stop I bust six out the roof of my Bentley Coup Head shots
invented my balls I'm a rockstar, huh, start it up start it up, huh, start it up so popular you should get a shot of us niggas gon take shots at us that
the dough on my crew Wake up the next morning broke as hell But not for long 'cause my records sell My heartbeat's kickin' like a gun shot Why not?That
wouldn't roll, we pulled his tongue through his neck Just a message to the rest, don't test Housing developments are built on the bodies Of punks who wouldn't party Big shots
her life I shot a nigga in his neck for disrespect, caught a body Got a murder in Miami for a shoot-out at a party Got blood in my trunk from a punk
if I can?t feed you I?ll tell you what though I hope these words reach you Cuz you never know where life?ll lead you We gon party for my niggaz that
, I ain't got no enemies Been shot five times, now I bleed Hennessey And bang for my *** locked up, they can't stop us It ain't a gangsta party 'til
more Coyotes, they are singin? as they dance on the bar Bells start ringin? as they fill up the jar Local boys are rowdy and they?re startin? to howl Belly shots
, then flight We know the rules nigga, live by none Get it by none, bitch I kill for my son [Lil Wayne] Gangsters don't live that long That's why we got to party
'm real as fuck I pull that thing and hit em up That bullet travel hit a gut Then hit ya fitted up Hit ya whole city up Hit ya while ya laying down Shots
about me shaking the spot Or ever think about another chick taking your spot I love it when you come around shuttin' shot down Lookin' good statin' in my SUV You know how long
got my heart beatin' double time You just shut it down girl Who told the cops where the party was? Why do I feel like I found the one? What's in these shots
s herbs Yo this is for my {niggaz} on the block all day Who don't give a {fuck} waitin for crime to pay Put your money on it, yo we never fronted Long
of the chimmeny trees, see a track to the back, strap guns. Then double double shot, then a nigga goes stormin' to get the four, and about the block, shoot
it a) Harris Photos, group shots, can you remember? (let's do it again) Barry him told his bitch go to the prom and die (do it a) Didn't lie shot his
use it It was obvious, I had to give up the streets - for the beats Not knowin, but havin faith on just how long that it would be Before I made it, before
cabana Ask me where the party's at, baby, I'm the answer Have another drink with me, shawty, where your manners? Take another shot, another shot, shot, shot, shot
