F**k Off The Party

What's up, what's up, let's ride

Jump in the passenger side on the 4th of

July Hella saucy and fly, didn't grind that day

I just wanted to play

And smoke with the bitches

Throw phrases at bitches

Get play from the bitches

Man, it was major bitches

At the Pleasanton fair

Ass was over here, over there

I had to stop and strare

Take a joint from my ear

Tell this bitch to come here

Let's breathe

And we even tricked the cops, though smell of the weed

That's when they grabbed my sleeve

Told me it's time to leave

But what's next, "You're under arrest"

So grabbed the fuckin cop and slapped him on his fuckin bullet-proof vest

In the process lost a shoe, ripped a hole in my

Guess That's what the fuck

I get for smokin

Mexican stress [Whoridas member]

I'm at the bar doin big shit

Gettin big lip

My niggaz, dig this

A few cats lookin like they wanna get with

So I give 'em a chance real quick

I'm real swift

It's the Wild

Wild West, ask

Will Smith (?) that blew the brain

For foul-snitchin the game

I know my nigga

Dre would do the same

So I ain't trippin on a motherfuckin thang

Sit back shinin like a diamond ring

Niggaz wanna see me hang

So I'm upside down

About to clown

Real gangsta shit lost and found

Kidnapped, blast in the back of the dome

Mash in a

Brougham Flashin on the phone

I'm yelllin niggaz be tellin

Flowin like water from a melon

The seeds we spit, the seeds we sellin

From a westbound felon

Fuckin up your party not carin

From a westbound felon

Fuckin up your party not carin

From a westbound felon [Verse 3: Mac Dre]

I'm at a concert high and perved and a bad bitch next to me

Blown back off cognac, that bomb green and ecstacy

Bitches is buggin, niggaz is muggin

But bitches is lovin cause niggaz is thuggin

These niggaz start nuttin in the corner by the speaker

My beeper's goin off like crazy

The scene is hazy, no time to be lazy

Got to stay on my toes, all of a sudden these hoes

Come out of nowhere and grab this nigga

They stab this nigga,

I'm mad this nigga

Didn't have nothin in his pockets when

I ran through em

My plans is ruined, what is it

I'm doin?

Link's on the flo' - no, it's not

Stupid motherfucker done dropped his

Rolex watch

Put it in my pocket, proceeded to the exit

That's when this bitch

I knew from the hood came through in this

Lexus I seen these other niggaz beatin down this one fool

I said, "Here come the police, y'all better run, fool"

Soon as I said that the police drew down on us all

Now I'm at the county jail with just one phone call

Ain't that a bitch, weak-ass night

All fucked up behind a weak-ass fight