Robert "Fonksta" Bacon - We Still Party lyrics

(Intro): 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 n***a 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 Reseda Wit Rosarita, tryin' to find some place to eat her Cuz I'm freaky with a capital L I'll beat up that little pocket pita 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 it petty cash Spend five or six figures a month ain't left a gash Party all night, then we sleep all day Drink Corona X for breakfast then we ready to play I still like 'em green eyed big ol' titties and thighs Big ol' n***a, 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 whether or not 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 sh** Give 'em a demo of my new sh** cuz it's the sh** And let 'em know that they the sh** And they can make hits cuz it ain't sh** I gotta keep the cycle goin, baby doll Whichever way the wind be blowin', I'm goin' Higher than a motherf**er, Mr. Dante C'mon B back me up each and 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, platinum, I stack 'em Dante, baby dog, we be fly Freestylin' like a motherf**er don't ask why Cuz this ain't Budweiser "BUD", "WEIS", "ER" "Did you see the, thighs on her?" We nastier then a motherf**er baby doll Can I freak your sh**, and, uh, break the sugar walls down? To the pound pound, 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 a** up on the ball. Time to Take this sh** 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)