Mac Dre - f** Off The Party lyrics

[Whoridas member] What's up, what's up, let's ride Jump in the pa**enger side on the 4th of July Hella saucy and fly, didn't grind that day I just wanted to play And smoke with the b**hes Throw phrases at b**hes Get play from the b**hes Man, it was major b**hes At the (? ) fair Ass was over here, over there I had to stop and strare Take a joint from my ear Tell this b**h to come here Let's breathe And we even tricked the cops, though smell of the weed That's when they grabbed my sleeve Told me it's time to leave But what's next, "You're under arrest" So grabbed the f**in cop and slapped him on his f**in bullet-proof vest In the process lost a shoe, ripped a hole in my Guess That's what the f** I get for smokin Mexican stress [Whoridas member] I'm at the bar doin big sh** Gettin big lip My n***az, dig this A few cats lookin like they wanna get with So I give 'em a chance real quick I'm real swift It's the Wild Wild West, ask Will Smith (? ) that blew the brain For foul-snitchin the game I know my n***a Dre would do the same So I ain't trippin on a motherf**in thang Sit back shinin like a diamond ring n***az wanna see me hang So I'm upside down About to clown Real gangsta sh** lost and found Kidnapped, blast in the back of the dome Mash in a Brougham Flashin on the phone I'm yelllin n***az be tellin Flowin like water from a melon The seeds we spit, the seeds we sellin From a westbound felon f**in up your party not carin From a westbound felon f**in up your party not carin From a westbound felon [Verse 3: Mac Dre] I'm at a concert high and perved and a bad b**h next to me Blown back off cognac, that bomb green and ecstacy b**hes is buggin, n***az is muggin But b**hes is lovin cause n***az is thuggin These n***az start nuttin in the corner by the speaker My beeper's goin off like crazy The scene is hazy, no time to be lazy Got to stay on my toes, all of a sudden these hoes Come out of nowhere and grab this n***a They stab this n***a, I'm mad this n***a Didn't have nothin in his pockets when I ran through em My plans is ruined, what is it I'm doin? Link's on the flo' - no, it's not Stupid motherf**er done dropped his Rolex watch Put it in my pocket, proceeded to the exit That's when this b**h I knew from the hood came through in this Lexus I seen these other n***az beatin down this one fool I said, "Here come the police, y'all better run, fool" Soon as I said that the police drew down on us all Now I'm at the county jail with just one phone call Ain't that a b**h, weak-a** night All f**ed up behind a weak-a** fight