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We Still Party
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(Intro):
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Ain't no puzzle y'all, we, uh,
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groovin off the spirituality, and it feels good.
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I got somethin to say though.
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(Verse 1):
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It's time for somebody to take over the West Coast power with fly style,
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And I'm the one, been here for years so check your file
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Cuz I'm the kinda nigga with a strong desire
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To nutt up, light a torch, and set the world on fire!,
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See me bouncin in my 'Vette, Doin' donuts in the middle of a ?seater?
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Wit ?Rolarita?, tryin' to find some place to eat her
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Cuz I'm freaky with a capital L
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I'll eat that poor little Piper Peter til there ain't nothing left
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I'm nasty
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See, we gets better when you think we hot,
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And we got more cheddar than they think we got
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Cuz see we make the kinda money that when we withdrawl
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They notify the feds cuz it's too much y'all
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What you call a stash, we call the petty cash,
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Spend five or six figures a month ?ain't nothing gash?
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Party all night, then we sleep all day,
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Drink Corona X for breakfast then we ready to play
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I still like a green eyed big ol' titties and thighs
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Big ol' nigger, little heart, and I'm big into thighs
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So shoot your game baby girl, don't be scared to take a pet
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You never know, it just might be wet
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Chorus:
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We still party, It get's high
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Sometimes we don't feel grown-up and that's no lie
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So we party, 'til we die
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Cuz life is much too short for you to not be fly
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(Verse 2):
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Now other night I be drunk off a gallon a Moet
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I can still make the beats stink like some salmon croquette
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Go to the hood and get all the kids that I can fit
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In a limo take 'em to the store and buy 'em some shit
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Give 'em a demo of my new shit cuz it's the shit
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And let 'em know that they the shit
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and they can make hits cuz it ain't shit
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I gotta keep the cycle goin, baby doll,
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whichever way that they be blowin' under,
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Higher than a motherfucker, Mr. Dante,
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C'mon B back me up pitch in everyday,
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Whether it's hot, whether it's cold,
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Whether it's soft, whether it's bold,
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Whether it's new, whether it's old,
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Whether it's GOLD, or platinum, stack 'em,
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Dante, baby dog, we be fly,
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Freestylin' like a motherfucker don't ask why,
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Cuz this ain't Budweiser,
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"BUD", "WEIS", "ER",
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"Did you see the, thighs on her?"
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We nastier then a motherfucker baby doll,
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Can I freak your shit, and, uh, break the shit the wall down?
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Up to the compound?, uh huh
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Elements, Feel my elephant, hahaha
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Chorus
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(Outro):
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Now can y'all feel that? See, ain't nothing but God mackin' goin' on right
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now, see? Da game is to be told and not sold dependin' on which game it is,
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and we gon' keep it way real, you know? Cuz' it ain't no doubt in nobody's
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mind that I'm a very blessed individual, there. If we don't turn it around and
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give it back than we can't we can't go forward, it's up to you. That's what we
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do everytime we get on this microphone, we let 'em know that we might be
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street rappers, but we are very much in order, and we got somethin' to say. So
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if you feelin' me like we feelin y'all, get yo ass up on the ball. Time to
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take this shit back. All of it. Cuz it was ours to begin with. Don't sleep
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baby. Don't sleep homey. Now when the hook come back again,
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youknowwhati'msayin?
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Chorus(3X)
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(fade out)
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We Still Party
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DJ Quik |