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DJ Quik - We Still Party lyrics
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 so check your file Cuz I'm the kinda nigga with a strong desire To nutt up light a torch and set the world on fire! See me bouncin in my 'Vette Doin' donuts in the middle of a ?seater? Wit ?Rolarita?, tryin' to find some place to eat her Cuz I'm freaky with a capital L I'll eat that poor little Piper Peter 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 Cuz see we make the kinda money that when we withdrawl They notify the feds cuz it's too much y'all What you call a stash, we call the petty cash, Spend five or six figures a month ?ain't nothing gash? Party all night, then we sleep all day, Drink Corona X for breakfast then we ready to play I still like a green eyed big ol' titties and thighs Big ol' nigger, little heart, and I'm big into thighs So shoot your game baby girl, don't be scared to take a pet You never know, it just might be wet Chorus: We still party, It get's high Sometimes we don't feel grown-up and that's no lie So we party, 'til we die Cuz life is much too short for you to not be fly (Verse 2): Now other night I be drunk off a gallon a 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 cuz it's the shit And let 'em know that they the shit and they can make hits cuz it ain't shit I gotta keep the cycle goin, baby doll, whichever way that they be blowin' under, Higher than a motherfucker, Mr. Dante, C'mon B back me up pitch in everyday, 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, or platinum, stack 'em, Dante, baby dog, we be fly, Freestylin' like a motherfucker don't ask why, Cuz this ain't Budweiser, "BUD", "WEIS", "ER", "Did you see the, thighs on her?" We nastier then a motherfucker baby doll, Can I freak your shit, and, uh, break the shit the wall down? Up to the compound?, uh huh Elements, Feel my elephant, hahaha Chorus (Outro): Now can y'all feel that? See, ain't nothing but God mackin' goin' on right now, see? Da game is to be told and not sold dependin' on which game it is, and we gon' keep it way real, you know? Cuz' it ain't no doubt in nobody's mind that I'm a very blessed individual, there. If we don't turn it around and give it back than we can't we can't go forward, it's up to you. That's what we do everytime we get on this microphone, we let 'em know that we might be street rappers, but we are very much in order, and we got somethin' to say. So if you feelin' me like we feelin y'all, get yo ass up on the ball. Time to take this shit back. All of it. Cuz it was ours to begin with. Don't sleep baby. Don't sleep homey. Now when the hook come back again, youknowwhati'msayin? Chorus(3X) (fade out |
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