Party We Will Throw Now! - Warren G., Nate Dogg, The Game

As I travel this lonely gangster road

Just me and my negroes

We still got bomb hydro

We just double independent

And the night falls that’s when young girls go home

Big girls put on small clothes

A party we will throw

A party we will throw now

All I need is the chronic to keep me fit

A bad bitch, a project apartment and 2 pits

Red chucks of red big to keep my kush lit

Thank god for what I get but never really needed shit

I’m a hustler nigga, that’s how I got this red Bentley

Slay the competition and told them that Dre sent me

Walk in the smoke like what up loc

Cause one always got that bomb dot com that make me choke

We gonna twist up, 8 for Nate blow the smoke through the clouds

And hopes that it reaches the pearly gates

Now, how many niggas wanna throw up a dub

And be surrounded by the baddest bitches up in the club yeah

It’s the math blood, sixes on the ave cuz

Phantom got your girl pussy wetter than my bath tub

Fuck her all night, wake her up at 6

Lil mama grab your shit, get ghost

As I travel this lonely gangster road

Just me and my negroes

We still got bomb hydro

We just double independent

And the night falls that’s when young girls go home

Big girls put on small clothes

A party we will throw

A party we will throw now

Click clack what up, zig zag run up

Nic nac paddie whack, twisting up a fat sack

Tic tac toe up, I be in them streets like an intersection

I got connection, from every section

Critical, political, it’s killer Cal'

Roll it up, now pass that shit around

My mental is cynical, original

Thinking you could see us

I’m like nigga how?

I’m in that diamond lane, I’m in that diamond chain

Glissing and glowing, I’m sipping liquor I’m blowing zippers my nigga I’m on one

I’m pushing the zone up, I’m sitting up, my pistol shining my chrome up

My nigga Game got the gun load

One shot mix a nigga brain like some gumbo, oh, oh

All that tough talk nigga, what for?

Shut your scary ass up at the front door

Could nobody diss my nigga, damn I miss my nigga

Pour out a little liquor, big Nate Dogg nigga 213

From the city by the sea, where the G’s ride,

Turn around baby let me listen to the b-side

Slap that, tap that, after that, east side

As I travel this road I see the street sign

Ready for whatever, Berrettas you know I keep mine

Mr L-B, C-P-T nigga we be, OG to BG, that’s what we be, killer (what?)

Cali-forni-a, eh, know the strap, hop into the six stray Snoop, what up loc

I’m headed to the east side, G ride throwing up everything but the peace sign

Gold Daytonas, gangbang persona nigga trip, I’ma pop the top off his Corolla