Dj Quik

Dj Quik - We Still Party lyrics

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Ain't no puzzle y'all  we  uh
 groovin off the spirituality  and it feels good.
 I got somethin to say though.
 (Verse 1):
 It's time for somebody to take over the West Coast power with fly
 style
 And I'm the one  been here for years so check your file
 Cuz I'm the kinda nigga with a strong desire
 To nutt up  light a torch  and set the world on fire!
 See me bouncin in my 'Vette  Doin' donuts in the middle of a ?seater?
 Wit ?Rolarita?, tryin' to find some place to eat her
 Cuz I'm freaky with a capital L
 I'll eat that poor little Piper Peter til there ain't nothing left
 I'm nasty
 See, we gets better when you think we hot,
 And we got more cheddar than they think we got
 Cuz see we make the kinda money that when we withdrawl
 They notify the feds cuz it's too much y'all
 What you call a stash, we call the petty cash,
 Spend five or six figures a month ?ain't nothing gash?
 Party all night, then we sleep all day,
 Drink Corona X for breakfast then we ready to play
 I still like a green eyed big ol' titties and thighs
 Big ol' nigger, little heart, and I'm big into thighs
 So shoot your game baby girl, don't be scared to take a pet
 You never know, it just might be wet
 Chorus:
 We still party, It get's high
 Sometimes we don't feel grown-up and that's no lie
 So we party, 'til we die
 Cuz life is much too short for you to not be fly
 (Verse 2):
 Now other night I be drunk off a gallon a Moet
 I can still make the beats stink like some salmon croquette
 Go to the hood and get all the kids that I can fit
 In a limo take 'em to the store and buy 'em some shit
 Give 'em a demo of my new shit cuz it's the shit
 And let 'em know that they the shit
 and they can make hits cuz it ain't shit
 I gotta keep the cycle goin, baby doll,
 whichever way that they be blowin' under,
 Higher than a motherfucker, Mr. Dante,
 C'mon B back me up pitch in everyday,
 Whether it's hot, whether it's cold,
 Whether it's soft, whether it's bold,
 Whether it's new, whether it's old,
 Whether it's GOLD, or platinum, stack 'em,
 Dante, baby dog, we be fly,
 Freestylin' like a motherfucker don't ask why,
 Cuz this ain't Budweiser,
 "BUD", "WEIS", "ER",
 "Did you see the, thighs on her?"
 We nastier then a motherfucker baby doll,
 Can I freak your shit, and, uh, break the shit the wall down?
 Up to the compound?, uh huh
 Elements, Feel my elephant, hahaha
 Chorus
 (Outro):
 Now can y'all feel that? See, ain't nothing but God mackin' goin' on
 right
 now, see? Da game is to be told and not sold dependin' on which game
 it is,
 and we gon' keep it way real, you know? Cuz' it ain't no doubt in
 nobody's
 mind that I'm a very blessed individual, there. If we don't turn it
 around and
 give it back than we can't we can't go forward, it's up to you. That's
 what we
 do everytime we get on this microphone, we let 'em know that we might
 be
 street rappers, but we are very much in order, and we got somethin' to
 say. So
 if you feelin' me like we feelin y'all, get yo ass up on the ball.
 Time to
 take this shit back. All of it. Cuz it was ours to begin with. Don't
 sleep
 baby. Don't sleep homey. Now when the hook come back again,
 youknowwhati'msayin?
 Chorus(3X)
 (fade out
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Copyrights:

Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Mad Science Recordings

Details:

Released in: 1998

Language: English

Appearing on: Live at the House of Blues (2006)

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