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40 GLOCC lyrics : "(we Just) Came To Party"


Light up that !@!@&&
Pass me the bomb

Fill up my cup
Fill it up with Patron
Sun



We just came to party

And I'm feelin' good
I got the Remy for any women that's feeling loose
Your man grillin' and he just up on my tennis shoes

I think we met, we gettin' checks like
You see her shinin' with diamonds, glass, a swimmin' pool
All the women drool, when they see the linen jewels

The way you drifted by, it really got me in the mood
Take me to the room and blow me up like a inner clue



I just came to party
Pulled up

In my old school, with the naughty
Valet park
My %#@!, next to 40's

Tip Toe
In the Coup, he look sporty (He ridin' three piece)
And I'm tryin' to leave tonight, with at least three freaks

Hit the room, you know, until I skeet, skeet
I hope these clowns in here ain't tryin' to start beef
Cause that'll be the reason that ^!$$%s kickin' your front teeth



We just came to party

We ain't comin' hear to
Start %#@! with nobody
Girl, we just wanna see ya

Work that, work that, body
With ya man lookin' like
He, can murk somebody

We just sipped a little
Bit too much Bacardi
He done tripped into this

Cup, and spilt it on me
Now, he's startin' on some
%#@!, this with the naughty

He's about to get the
%#@!, kicked, out of him



I don't got no time for these ^!$$%s that's playing games
I don't take it as a diss unless you sayin' my name

I'm a bad influence, I smoke weed in front of kids
I crack a bottle open and ask 'em
If they wanna swig

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Tip Toe ain't nothin' nice
I rob Benz and still sport a gang of ice

We gettin' money, we ain't trippin' off you hoe ^!$$%s
Cause if we want you, we'll come show up at your show, ^!$$%s



He 'bout to get the
%#@! kicked the $#&@ed out of 'em

They call me
Once y'all killin', the Crips is lovin' 'em
I split his $#&@in'

Head for the pushin' and shovin' 'em
So crazy
I harass and embarrass him in public 'em

Just sayin'
Hit a stick that get a guerilla pissin' me with that is Crip
I could get sick as I wanna get, cause you know I'm the %#@!

Never sound like an amateur, I damage ^!$$%s' brains
This buster
Came to be a party pooper, I'm insane





Got a couple of handguns, feel like my block is ready

And I'm livin' it Thug Life, like I was Makaveli and
^!$$%, this Zoo Life, ^!$$%, I ride for it
I'll die for it and do federal time for it
I'm a Inglewood ^!$$%, just have it at any brother
I ain't started gangbangin' because of my favorite color

I done flip the whole brick
I'm flippin' this cocaine
Got socas in line, dancin' like it's Soul Train



The party don't pop off, unless we pop up in it
If the drama jump off, the first to dive up in it
Infamous G on it, baby, Shady, Aftermath
I done started my own %#@!, some life about to crack
Bloods and Crips, they love me (I get my point across)

Bang on the ^!$$% that's phony ( sauce)
Pick up the phone with the police
And he was tryin' to kick it, but ^!$$%'s got cold feet
YAH!





ZOO LIFE!
INFAMOUS!
G-UNIT!
SHADY!
AFTERMATH!

BIOTCH!



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