We Still Party

[Intro]

Ain't no puzzle y'all, we, uh

Groovin off the spirituality, and it feels good

I got somethin to say though

[Verse 1]

It's time for somebody to take over the West Coast power with fly style, and I'm the one

Been here for years, check your files

'Cause I'm the kinda nigga with a strong desire

To nut up, light a torch, and set the world on fire!

See me bouncin' in my 'Vette

Doin' donuts in the middle of Reseda with Rosarita

Tryna find some place to eat her

'Cause I'm freaky with a capital F

I'll beat up your little pocket pita 'til there ain't nothing left

I'm nasty

See, we gets better when you think we hot

And we got more cheddar than they think we got

You see we make the kinda money that when we withdraw

They notify the feds 'cause it's too much y'all

What you call a stash, we call it petty cash

Spend five or six figures a month. ain't left a gash

Party all night and we sleep all day

Drink Corona X for breakfast then we ready to play

I still like 'em green eyed, big ol' titties and thighs

Big ol' nigga, little heart, and I'm big at the thighs

So shoot your game, baby girl, don't be scared to take a pet

You never know, it just might get wet

[Chorus]

We still party, we gets high

Sometimes we don't feel grown-up and that's no lie

So we party, until we die

'Cause life is much too short for you to not be fly

[Verse 2]

Now whether or not I be drunk off a gallon of Moet

I can still make the beats stink like some salmon croquette

Go to the hood and get all the kids that I can fit

In a limo, take 'em to the store and buy 'em some shit

Give 'em a demo of my new shit 'cause it's the shit

And let 'em know that they the shit

And they can make hits 'cause it ain't shit

I gotta keep the cycle goin'

Baby doll, whichever way the wind be blowin', I'm goin'

Flyer than a mother****er, Mr. Dante

C'mon, B, back me up each and every day

Whether it's hot, whether it's cold

Whether it's soft, whether it's bold

Whether it's new, whether it's old

Whether it's GOLD, platinum, I stack 'em

Dante, baby doll, we be fly

Freestylin' like a mother****er, don't ask why

'Cause this ain't Budweiser—"BUD", "WEIS", "ER"

"Did you see the, thighs on her?"

We nastier than a mother****er, baby doll

Can I freak your shit, and, break your sugar wall down?

To the compound, uh huh

The elements, feel my elephant, haha

[Chorus]

We still party, we gets high

Sometimes we don't feel grown-up and that's no lie

So we party, until we die

'Cause life is much too short for you to not be fly

[Interlude]

Now did y'all feel that?

See, ain't nothing but God mackin' goin' on right now, see?

The game is to be told and not sold dependin' on which game it is

And we gon' keep it way real, you know?

'Cause it ain't no doubt in nobody's mind that I'm a very blessed individual, man

If we don't turn it around and give it back then we can't go forward, do you feel me?

So that's what we do every time we get on this microphone

We let 'em know that we might be street rappers

But we are very much anointed, and we got somethin' to say

So if you feel me like we feelin' y'all, get yo' ass up on the ball

Time to take this shit back, all of it

'Cause it was ours to begin with

Don't sleep, baby; don't sleep, homey

Now when the hook come back again... (That's what's happenin')

[Chorus]

We still party, we gets high

Sometimes we don't feel grown-up and that's no lie

So we party, until we die

'Cause life is much too short for you to not be fly