Warren G - Party We Will Throw Now! lyrics

[Hook:] As I travel this lonely gangster road Just me and my negroes We still got bomb hydro We just double independent And the night falls that's when young girls go home Big girls put on small clothes A party we will throw A party we will throw now [The Game:] All I need is the chronic to keep me fit A bad b**h, a project apartment and 2 pits Red chucks of red big to keep my kush lit Thank God for what I get but never really needed sh** I'm a hustler n***a, that's how I got this red Bentley Slay the competition and told them that Dre sent me Walk in the smoke like what up loc Cause one always got that bomb dot com that make me choke We gonna twist up, 8 for Nate blow the smoke through the clouds And hopes that it reaches the pearly gates Now, how many n***as wanna throw up a dub And be surrounded by the baddest b**hes up in the club yeah It's the math blood, sixes on the ave cause Phantom got your girl p**y wetter than my bath tub f** her all night, wake her up at 6 Lil mama grab your sh**, get ghost [Hook:] As I travel this lonely gangster road Just me and my negroes We still got bomb hydro We just double independent And the night falls that's when young girls go home Big girls put on small clothes A party we will throw A party we will throw now [Warren G:] Click clack what up, zig zag run up Nic nac paddie whack, twisting up a fat sack Tic tac toe up, I be in them streets like an intersection I got connection, from every section Critical, political, it's k**er Cal' Roll it up, now pa** that sh** around My mental is cynical, original Thinking you could see us I'm like n***a how? I'm in that diamond lane, I'm in that diamond chain Glissing and glowing, I'm sipping liquor I'm blowing zippers my n***a I'm on one I'm pushing the zone up, I'm sitting up, my pistol shining my chrome up My n***a Game got the gun load One shot mix a n***a brain like some gumbo, oh, oh All that tough talk n***a, what for? Shut your scary a** up at the front door [Hook] [Warren G:] Could nobody diss my n***a, damn I miss my n***a Pour out a little liquor, big Nate Dogg n***a 213 From the city by the sea, where the G's ride, Turn around baby let me listen to the b-side Slap that, tap that, after that, east side As I travel this road I see the street sign Ready for whatever, Berrettas you know I keep mine [The Game:] Mr L-B, C-P-T n***a we be, OG to BG, that's what we be, k**er (what?) Cali-forni-a, eh, know the strap, hop into the six stray Snoop, what up loc I'm headed to the east side, G ride throwing up everything but the peace sign Gold Daytonas, g**n persona n***a trip, I'm a pop the top off his Corolla [Hook]