(Come on and get up...oh...party...yeah) *Repeated in background throughout song*



[Yo Gotti speaking with ad-libs]

This ya boy Yo Gotti

Street Tunes Productions

We gon' ask everybody to stand up on this one

D Boys, this a gangsta party

Bun B, Eightball and this ya boy Yo Gotti



[Hook - Yo Gotti]

All my hot girls bop for me

Go 'head and drop for me

D Boys rock with me

Come buy the bar with me

Dime pieces smile for me

And all my gangsta niggaz wild for me

Throughout the crowd with me



[Verse 1 - Eightball]

This for them big, thick fine girls, diamond-studded belly ring

Niggaz who be flippin' that work, screamin' money ain't no thing

Car clean, mouth full of gold with the princess cut rocks in it

Back pockets hangin' low because I got a glock in it

Straight out of that Memphis, Tenn Orangemound for y'all niggaz don't know

Come flip with a pimp, let me show ya how to nuke that swing like I was Nino

Premro, Fat Boy, Eightball whatever y'all niggaz wanna call me

Call me for a hot sixteen I'ma shine in the booth like a brand new bling

But I don't sing I bust them flows that go so tight with the track

Bitches get freaky niggaz get crunk and don't know how to act

I got the sack roll something, pop that 'gnac and po' it

Ya fine bitches pop that puss like ya know it



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[Verse 2 - Yo Gotti]

I was movin' 'caine just doin' my thang

Down here in Memphis where we off the chain

Now, turn the top on my sixty-seven class then I'm switchin' lanes

I done served a fiend, sipped the lean, twenty-four inches don't cloud my screen

Roll candy paint, blowin' purple dank, they claim grip grain but I know they ain't

I'm posted in the club, we can get it poppin'

Ya violate my gangsta partner then it's bodies droppin'

I just come to party, get at shorty head

Do my thang, spit some game you know how Gotti play it

I'm like all these hoes gon' get it man

One of these hoes gon' get it man

From the 'Mound to the west to the north to the south

Yo Gotti gon' represent it man

No fitted man just a head band, Polo shirt and some Birdmans

Still thugged out and it ain't no secret

I got my paper out the drug zones

I got my paper out the gutter man

Sellin' bud man with my brother man

If you a North Memphis raised during my D Boy days

You'd see why Gotti still love the game

My wrist, my neck, my ear, my hand, my mouth look like a light show

Yo bitch, my bitch, his bitch, her bitch just hit the flo' and get it low



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[Yo Gotti]

This for all my street niggaz and bitches

From M Town to H-Town

Free Pimp C, shit



[Verse 3 - Bun B]

Here we come, we keepin' it trill

Ain't no need to ask if you see

Ain't nobody gon' keep it triller than me

Myself and I that's Bun B

I'm a G, I'm a boss, I grip grain and I sip lean

I'm ball all out with the biggest G's and spit and throw the sixteen

When it come down to the south you know that I'm holdin' the key

I be in the Caddy rollin' on women damn near older than me

Them screens six inches or better, the stitches in the leather

If the trunk is popped it'll show in neon get it together

Cuz when I pull up at the valet man

Eyes is wide and them jaws is droppin'

Steppin' out the freshest clothes, brightest ice man the show is stoppin'

People start oohin' me eyein' soon as they see us

Women wanna be with us and fellas they wanna be us

We the G's and don't try to fight it, got dro and we fixin' light it

Laid back and that thang up on us we startin' to get excited

I'm ballin' with Yo Gotti and Eightball two of Memphis tightest

Cuz we havin' a gangsta party man everyone's invited



[Hook 2X - Yo Gotti]Thanks to thudord@yahoo.com