(feat. Truth Hurts)

[DJ Quik]

Alright look
Turn them cell phones off, turn that camera off
As a matter of fact ^!$$%, turn your memory off

I don't want nobody knowin what just went on here
Look...


Now we don't want nothing but the H-O-E-S
Black Tone, Crawf Dog and me less
All the ^!$$%s that came to see anything less

Than a stripper in a NBZ, yes
I'ma pass on the bud cus I'm off the Showpin
Ran outta rubbers still tryin to go up in

Ease up a store run, I'ma throw a ten
But I aint trynna pink panty no more gin
Getting sculled goin out to Playa Hamms, ouch

?? and Alonzo layin on the couch
Passed out, sippin on the Mickeys big mouth
With Big Jam baggin on the whole damn house

Penthouse Playin, ^!$$%, who's the Clique?
Hoes like you and her and you to pick
Shabby Bleu, Pimpin Karl you'z the %#@!

^!$$%s $#&@in hairlines aint moved a bit
Fly in here like flag (Yup)
Jealous mutha$#&@as wanna call me a !@$) (No)

Shall I skeet my copy to yo woman in a latex bag?
Got her washin out her panties in my Maytag (Punk)
^!$$% stay mad

Beer in the Volvo (Yeah)
I flag 'em down; gotta show my new logo
He said he love it; now we off to where the hoes go

Cus aint nuttin like some $#&@in on a solo
Now what you hoes know?


[Chorus: Truth Hurts]
Come 2nyte, we'll do the most wanted things
We'll party like there's no end to the parties we begin

And if you shook off Tonite, you don't repeat what you see
Do it like, it's the last time then we back at it next week


[DJ Quik]
Now KK hooked me with a blind date
Got me on the phone mackin to her all night

They say they comin out to meet us on the next day
How come they never look nuttin like what they sound right?
But the (*##$ got $$# like a apple

A derriette with a glass full of gin and snapple
A hairy wet, damn, make a ^!$$% wanna wrastle
When I went to make a play, wouldn't no hassle

Then they tell me AMG is comin out with the rum and the !@%!e
And broads in the Range Rover, they aint comin broke
Asian and Italian with the $#&@in skin tone

That make you wanna bang 'em with the Vodka Jim Bone
It's been ten years, (Yup) aint much change
^!$$%s still party hard, haters still get it

Remember that sweat suit?
You know the gray one with the burgundy trim, ^!$$% I can still fit it
Allen Ives on my feet

Black khakis and my fro lookin so neat
And when I'm chillin with my ^!$$%s we so street
You know the kind of mutha$#&@as that you wont meet

But you got a choice, either you can kick with the hardcore
Or marks in them shear shirts that be chillin in The Source
When the dick is bomb that'll make her call more

Now bang her from the back, ^!$$% make her fall forward

[Chorus: Truth Hurts]

Come 2nyte, we'll do the most wanted things
We'll party like there's no end to the parties we begin
And if you shook off Tonite, you don't repeat what you see

Do it like, it's the last time then we back at it next week

[DJ Quik]

Wake up feelin groggy of some nightal
But got a feelin of tuition about tonight y'all
I think it's down again cus G-one got a grin
And tryin to fill me back up with Showpin
Now I'm runnin from Minnie and Jackie with the blunt

How many more days can I really just party or just bunt
I'm tryin to kick back
But Byze 1 keep callin me to let me know how we gotta get out make it crack
Black Tone, Hi-C, Suga Free and me
Listen to the same %#@! and we all agree

That you gotta party till we platinum
$#&@ Osama Bin Laden
^!$$% drink up like we back in '93
Compton is the city that I claim, I don't know much
But I know the CPT just can't be touched

So tonight I'm gonna party like it's
Nineteen ninety bad little hoes keep callin me Prince
Where the incense?

[Chorus: Truth Hurts]

Come 2nyte, we'll do the most wanted things
We'll party like there's no end to the parties we begin
And if you shook off Tonite, you don't repeat what you see
Do it like, it's the last time then we back at it next week