Westside Connection - Bangin' At The Party

Yeah, uh, huh

Yeah this what we gon' do, we gon' fall through the hood

Scoop up the lil' homies and hit the motherfuckin' party, bang out

Dig what I'm saying, we gon let them niggaz get, they walk on

We gon' get our ride on and leave with a couple of bitches

And rep this Dub S thang to the fullest West side, like that



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 fight

Then them niggaz pulled up and they deuces all wired

And you know we banged out when the homies come around

One times always turning it up because we bangin' at the party



We come through on that 22 shoe

In that SL500 chappell hill light blue

In cal-aye, we hit the valet

You ain't got it like that, park in the alley, nigga

Get in line while we spit the line for ya

Get inside where we gettin' high

On the dance floor with a big behind

Nigga, don't get mad 'cause your dick ain't mind



So when you see the west side up in V.I.P

Don't bring your ass up there and try to be Ali

I'll beat your ass back down just to be on TV

We know bad publicity'll sell another CD

Fuck with that, fuck with this and I fuck with the crys

Only fuck with the dough, never fuck with you marks

And if you're just getting in, motherfucker you 'tarded

'Cause we bangin' at the party



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 fight

Then them niggaz pulled up and they deuces all wired

And you know we banged out when the homies come around

One times always turning it up because we bangin' at the party



Yeah, you know it's a white tee occasion

We in G formation, reppin' a G nation
I 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 hoes



We got those and it's a party on the block loc

And it's a party on the block dawg

You know it's packed full of hogs

That's active and hard on hoes

Handcuffin' your broad is a negative

The twenty-third letter, I'm an O G and reppin' this



Believe, Skoop never nervous to crack a hoe

Plus I got them sets on deck, servin' like McEnroe

K Mac fa sho, I'll give you what you askin' fo
Why treat a bitch like a bitch and let a hoe be a hoe

It's a Dub S C thang, Soprano the name

H double O bang with the connect gang, nigga



Let '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 fight

Then them niggaz pulled up and they deuces all wired

And you know we banged out when the homies come around

One times always turning it up because we bangin' at the party