Up out of there
Aint nothin but a gangsta party
Eh, light that up, Snoop!
Why you actin like that?
Ahh shit, you done fucked up now
Aint nothin but a gangsta party
You done put two of Americas most wanted
In the same motherfuckin place at the same motherfuckin time?
Aint nothin but a gangsta party
Yall niggas about to feel this
Aint nothin but a gangsta party
Break out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin condoms
Have one on us, aight?
Aint nothin but a gangsta party
A toast to the gangsters
Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture
Bomb the hoochies with precision, my intentions to get richer
With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg, my fuckin homie
Yous a cold-ass nigga on them hogs
Sho nuff, I keep my hand on my gun
Cause they got me on the run
Now Im back in the courtroom, waitin on the outcome
Free 2Pac is all thats on a niggas mind
But at the same time, it seems they tryin to take mine
So Ima get smart and get defensive and shit
And put together a Million March for some gangsta shit
So now they got us laced
Two multi-millionaire motherfuckers catchin cases
Bitches get ready for the throw down, the shits about to go down
Me and Snoop about to clown
Im losin my religion, Im vicious on these stool pigeons
You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missing
Niggas be actin like they savage, they out to get the cabbage
Ive got nothin but love for my niggas livin lavish
Ive got a pit named Petey, she Nigerina
Ive got a house out in the hills right next to Chino
And I think Ive got a black Beamer
But my dream is to own a fly casino
Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal
And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal
It feels good to you, baby-bubba
You see, this is for the Gs and the keys, motherfucker
Now follow as we ride
Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from the Westside
And I can make you famous
Niggas been dyin for years, so how could they blame us?
I live in fear of a felony
I never stop bailin these motherfuckin Gs
If you got it, better flaunt it
Another warrant, two of Americas most wanted
Aint nothin but a gangsta party
Aint nothin but a gangsta party
Nothin but a gangsta party
Aint nothin but a gangsta party
Nothin but a gangsta party
It aint nothin but a motherfuckin gangsta party
Aint nothin but a gangsta party
Nothin but a gangsta party
It aint nothin but a motherfuckin gangsta party
Aint nothin but a gangsta party
Now give me fifty feet
Defeat is not my destiny, release me to the streets
And keep whatevers left of me
Jealousy is misery, sufferin is greed
Better be prepared when you cowards fuck with me
I bust and flee, these niggas must be crazy, what?
There aint no mercy motherfuckers who cant fade the thugs
You thought it was, but it wasnt, now disappear
Bow down in the presence of a boss player
Its like CuzBlood gang-bangin
Everybody in the party doin dope-slanging
You gotta have papers in this world
You might get your first snatch before your eyes swirl
You doin your job every day
And then you work so hard til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you bout life and bout the way it is
You see, we live by the gun, so we die by the guns, kids
They tell me not to roll with my Glock
So now I got a throw-away
Floatin in the black Benz biatch, tryin to do a show a day
They wonder how I live with five shots
Niggas is hard to kill on my block
Schemes for currency and dough-related
Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it
No answers to questions, Im tryin to get up on it
My nigga Dogg with me, eternally the most wanted
Aint nothin but a gangsta party
Aint nothin but a gangsta party
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Nothin but a gangsta party
It aint nothin but a motherfuckin gangsta party
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Nothin but a gangsta party
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Aint nothin but a gangsta party
Biatch! Where you at? Where you at?
Aint nothin but a gangsta party
Yeah, Death Row