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Yeah, uh, huhYeah this what we gon' do, we gon' fall through the hoodScoop up the lil' homies and hit the motherfuckin' party, bang outDig what I'm saying, we gon let them niggaz get, they walk onWe gon' get our ride on and leave with a couple of bitchesAnd rep this Dub S thang to the fullest West side, like thatWhen the music is bumpin' and the homies give it somethin'All the hoes is comin' and you know they all fuckin'Got the Henny in glass, big puffin' on somethin'And the niggaz outside and these bitches wanna fightThen them niggaz pulled up and they deuces all wiredAnd you know we banged out when the homies come aroundOne times always turning it up because we bangin' at the partyWe come through on that 22 shoeIn that SL500 chappell hill light blueIn cal-aye, we hit the valetYou ain't got it like that, park in the alley, niggaGet in line while we spit the line for yaGet inside where we gettin' highOn the dance floor with a big behindNigga, don't get mad 'cause your dick ain't mindSo when you see the west side up in V.I.PDon't bring your ass up there and try to be AliLetras de cancionesI'll beat your ass back down just to be on TVWe know bad publicity'll sell another CDFuck with that, fuck with this and I fuck with the crysOnly fuck with the dough, never fuck with you marksAnd if you're just getting in, motherfucker you 'tarded'Cause we bangin' at the partyWhen the music is bumpin' and the homies give it somethin'All the hoes is comin' and you know they all fuckin'Got the Henny in glass, big puffin' on somethin'And the niggaz outside and these bitches wanna fightThen them niggaz pulled up and they deuces all wiredAnd you know we banged out when the homies come aroundOne times always turning it up because we bangin' at the partyYeah, you know it's a white tee occasionWe in G formation, reppin' a G nationI pull up three wheels, swangin' a rag fo'Hop out with the sag low, strapped with the mag fo'It's cash flow, thick money rolls and thick hoesWe got those and it's a party on the block locAnd it's a party on the block dawgYou know it's packed full of hogsThat's active and hard on hoesHandcuffin' your broad is a negativeThe twenty-third letter, I'm an O G and reppin' thisBelieve, Skoop never nervous to crack a hoePlus I got them sets on deck, servin' like McEnroeK Mac fa sho, I'll give you what you askin' fo'Why treat a bitch like a bitch and let a hoe be a hoeIt's a Dub S see thang, Soprano the nameH double O bang with the connect gang, niggaLet 'em walk, walk, let 'em walk(If you're down with the connect then, ya)Walk, walk, walk(If you're strapped with a tech then, ya)Walk, walk, walk(If you represent your set then, ya)Walk, walk, walk(If you a neighborhood vet then, ya)Walk, walk, walk(If the bitch won't fuck then, ya)Walk, walk, walk(Outline them niggaz with the chalk then, ya)Walk, walk, walk(If you're sippin' on that dark then, ya)Walk, walk, walk(Y'all niggaz don't want it)When the music is bumpin' and the homies give it somethin'All the hoes is comin' and you know they all fuckin'Got the Henny in glass, big puffin' on somethin'And the niggaz outside and these bitches wanna fightThen them niggaz pulled up and they deuces all wiredAnd you know we banged out when the homies come aroundOne times always turning it up because we bangin' at the party From Letras Mania