Daz Dillinger - Ain't Nothin' But A Gangsta Party Part 2 lyrics

(feat. Whiteboy Ryan) Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party, party, party [x4] Yea, club packed tonight, you know what I mean You know it ain't nothin but a gangsta party in this motherf**er I'm back, Dat n***a Daz [Chorus] Now do my n***az run this motherf**er? (Hell yea!) Or do my ladies run this motherf**er? (Hell yea!) Or do my gangstas run this motherf**er? (Hell yea!) Now do my b**hes run this motherf**er? (Hell yea!) [Daz Dillinger] Dat n***a Daz is back in the house, gangsta'd out Showin' you what I'm all about Who run this motherf**er? - Dogghouse Nobody else, so got new sh** on the shelf And play the cards that were dealt You know I'm feeling high, so high that I could reach the sky But if you reach for your pistol, and then you die I'm gettin' cold like just fights, when the party bite No fights all night until the moonlight You know the ladies is feelin' it The hoes is chillin' with the gangstas and thugs, two partners is who they gettin' with it It ain't no party like a Dogghouse party cause a Dogghouse party don't stop You know we rock the party, and it's everybody f** the cops and we chillin' on the block You get dust off, you snitches, you s**as! Put your sets in the air and represent for your colors! [Chorus] [Whiteboy Ryan] It's a gangsta party, b**hes bout' to get naughty And on that Mo we like to sip (C'mon) We up at Dogg's house gettin' head on the couch Hater b**hes gets the tip stuck dead in they mouth Now we bangin' Daz Dilli Crip walkin' with a Philly hangin' out my mouth Got that G-Pimp step and there ain't no doubt - when it comes to the blunts We up in smoke house, hit up the whole house Now this is a gangsta party, bout' to bump me into a mami Ooh! she freakin for weekend tonight Get a cup filled up so she feel me right Now this is a gangsta party, bout' to bump me into a mami Ooh! she freakin for weekend tonight Get a cup filled up so she feel me right [Chorus] [Daz Dillinger] I get the crowd hyped, that's when I step on stage Mic and 12-gauge, I keep the people a rage Who afraid of the true Dogg's, true G's of the West Coast Get smoked, we no joke onsite you get smoked - layed out, stretched out Your best route to get to steppin' Packin' weapons, you entered the smoke session Blaze it up, young sag, Chuck's and blue rags Nothing but DPGC's n***a your had Grab for your sh** - comin' quick, it's getting tense Having money out to break a b**h You know my job is to keep you movin' To keep doin' what your doin' on that note homeboy you've been ruined, ruin your crew If you approach the Dogg's you'll get smoked And to smoke all slobs - that is our job You see I walk with a limp, smoke blunts and pimp I keep it gangsta, n***a - you know my click [Chorus] Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party, party, party [x4] [Julio G] 187.4 FM on your dial W-Ballz back in the house Lookin' for your ear hole, look I'm Julio G, we do it high Right here live and direct from the West Coast, California We call it Dogg Pound Daz Dillinger...he's a million dollar motherf**er Have you heard?