Lyrics: The WhoRidas/Mac Dre
Music: Lev Berlak, W. Hankins
What's up, what's up, let's ride
Jump in the passenger side on the 4th of
July Hella saucy and fly, didn't grind that day
I just wanted to play
And smoke with the mutha****a
Throw phrases at mutha****a
Get play from the mutha****a
Man, it was major mutha****a
At the Pleasanton fair
Ass was over here, over there
I had to stop and strare
Take a joint from my ear
Tell this mutha****a to come here
Let's breathe
And we even tricked the cops, though smell of the mutha****a
That's when they grabbed my sleeve
Told me it's time to leave
But what's next, "You're under arrest"
So grabbed the ****in cop and slapped him on his ****in bullet-proof vest
In the process lost a shoe, ripped a hole in my
Guess That's what the ****
I get for smokin
Mexican stress [Whoridas member]
I'm at the bar doin big mutha****in
Gettin big lip
My niggaz, dig this
A few cats lookin like they wanna get with
So I give 'em a chance real quick
I'm real swift
It's the Wild
Wild West, ask
Will Smith (?) that blew the brain
For foul-snitchin the game
I know my niggaz
Dre would do the same
So I ain't trippin on a mother****in thang
Sit back ****innin like a diamond ring
niggaz wanna see me hang
So I'm upside down
About to clown
Real gangsta ****in lost and found
Kidnapped, blast in the back of the dome
Mash in a
Brougham Fla****inn on the phone
I'm yellin niggaz be tellin
Flowin like water from a melon
The seeds we spit, the seeds we sellin
From a westbound felon
**** up your party not carin
From a westbound felon
**** up your party not carin
From a westbound felon [Verse 3: Mac Dre]
I'm at a concert high and perved and a bad ****in next to me
Blown back off cognac, that bomb green and ecstacy
**** Off The Party is buggin, niggaz is muggin
But **** Off The Party is lovin cause niggaz is thuggin
These niggaz start nuttin in the corner by the speaker
My beeper's goin off like crazy
The scene is hazy, no time to be lazy
Got to stay on my toes, all of a sudden these hoes
Come out of nowhere and grab this nigga
They stab this nigga
I'm mad this nigga
Didn't have nothin in his pockets when
I ran through em
My plans is ruined, what is it
I'm doin?
Link's on the flo' - no, it's not
Stupid mother****er done dropped his
Rolex watch
Put it in my pocket, proceeded to the exit
That's when this **** Off The Party
I knew from the hood came through in this
Lexus I seen these other niggaz beatin down this one fool
I said, "Here come the police, y'all better run, fool"
Soon as I said that the police drew down on us all
Now I'm at the county jail with just one phone call
Ain't that a bitch, weak-ass night
All ****ed up behind a weak-ass fight