West Coast Party - Mr. Shadow, The Raskal, Fingazz

Chorus: Fingazz

Everybody, raise it up

Let me see where you from

Don’t trip

Your drink

Everybody, take your cup

Pour a little out

Do you know what I’m talkin' about

Let’s blaze that

Chronic

Weed (Girls)

On, ecstacy

Ain’t nothing like a west coast

Party, party, party, baby

It don’t stop til the cops kick down the door

It’s top notch, so just watch as I pimp these hoes

Everybody knows how Mr. Shadow gets down (How's that?)

Plenty of liquor and chronic to go around

In west coast, sunny Cali, everyday, it’s on

We gonna rock this motherfucker til the crack of dawn

So get your swig on (Swig on)

Bring on the eighteen, hun

You do it to impress, fool, we do it for fun

Cause we some young Southsiders

Doin' it big

And ain’t no outsiders

Comin' in

Born again, on the rise, and it’s no surprise

That we the baddest in the planet and we keeping it live

S.D.

on the ass

Got your heads boppin'

Weed keeps comin', and tops just keep poppin'

Huh

Topless models

Empty bottles

We some sick ass

Bald headed soldados

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I got the place jumpin' (Jumpin')

Music stumpin'

You all know that I’m always into somethin'

We bouncin' (Bouncin')

Smokin' a ounce

With all my real motherfuckers in the back of the house

Dego style

Let me see where you from, fool, throw it up

Still blowin' up the spot from top to bottom

Side to side, haters can’t hide, I spot 'em

Everybody (What?)

Bottoms up

When you wanna get faded, just call us up

X and blunts

Ain’t nobody next to us

When we (What)

Throw a bash, get ridiculous

Take a hit with us

Come and chill on the Southside (Southside)

In my neck of the hood, it’s all brown pride (Brown pride)

Open your eyes and tell me who you see

Around you and me that throw shit like weed

No one

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We’re gonna smoke til the fat girl sings (Ah!)

And ain’t one in sight, so it’s on, all night (Yeah)

Hella high

Me and the fellas ride

Like if tomorrow is the day that we die

And step aside or get stepped on (Stepped on)

Cock blockers don’t last long (Last long)

Your bitches get crept on

Who got a lighter (What, what)

I need fire (Why?)

I’m buzzin' and I wanna get higher

Til I die, I’m a do this shit

Bong fool, 80 proof, to the roof and shit (Whoo!)

I prove that this coast got the finest hoes

And we the downest motherfuckers that be hittin' the most

I’m the host

Shadow straight runnin' the show

Get your back off the raw and your ass on the dance floor

Go 'head and ask, do whatever you want

And who gives a fuck if you ain’t twenty-one

Raise your cup

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Hook: E-Dubb

«Hey…»

«Mr.

Shadow»

«Bring all the cups and the brew over here» --] Mr. Shadow

«Hey…»

«Mr.

Shadow»

«Juice drank, chillin' phat blunts, make you spit» --] Mr. Shadow

Repeat Hook

Repeat Chorus