YG - I Just Wanna Party lyrics

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YG - I Just Wanna Party lyrics

(feat. Schoolboy Q & Jay Rock) [Hook: YG] Mama ain't raised no fool Daddy told me never leave the house without my tool Grandpa told me never trust a s**a n***a from the street Grandma said she love me and she always praying for me But I just wanna party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody I just wanna party, I don't wanna hurt nobody I just wanna party, I don't wanna hurt nobody But I’ll beat the f** out of a n***a [Verse 1: YG] I'm drunk off Hennessy Hope I don't run into my enemies That dark liquor give you energy Now I ain't rich, but I'm finna be Your baby mama's a flip, she wanna hit a G I'm back on that bullsh** But she ain't f**in' and that's bullsh** I can't die, I got too much to live for I'm getting money, that's what n***as rob and k** for f**ing with Tenisha and Keisha But when Keisha see Tenisha she gon' whoop her a** All my homies g**ners They dry their clothes on hangers All these hoes f**in', but they don't wanna seem like a ho So you gotta hit 'em on the low (hit em' on the D-Low!) West side, get money gang Socked the mouth for trippin', he lost his watch and earrings [Hook] [Verse 2: Schoolboy Q] n***a, I'm from Hoover Street Dirty pictures in my cellphone On 52nd street I'm well-known Hoover stomp until the cops come Silver satin get the job done Money ain't everything, but still I'm rich Money ain't everything, I'm still gon' crip From Figueroa to Harv Side where we sock on lips We break on jaws, n***as since VCR's, n***a We hope out cars, n***a I be groovin' 'til I die Smokin' weed until I'm fried I could sell a key to God Pants saggin' with the Glock I ain't wanna pick the box All my homies g**ners We keep a thumb between our two fingers We trippin' off the Henny So don't let me catch you slippin' in the 50's, Ricky [Hook] [Verse 3: Jay Rock] n***a, I'm from Bounty Hunters, East Side lunatic Gang bang, slap a b**h I ain't with the extras, I ain't got a stunt double You ain't got no hands so they might let the gun touch you Is you bangin' or you ballin', n***a? You a fax machine, we can't call it, n***a Everybody ain't a friend, reason why I keep a fo' You wanna gamble with your life, bet that on the tender-fold, n***a She bouncing that a**, go ahead shake it And if she give me that back, b**h, I'ma break it sh**, that p**y is overrated, some n***as'll chase it She acting like she be nuttin', some b**hes are fakin' You fightin' to save many souls, know that you losin' These b**hes the reason why some n***as be snoozin' YG, dawg, you heard how they left his brains hanging? Shouldn't have chunked his fingers up if he ain't bangin' I'm sayin'... [Hook] [Outro] But I'll beat the f** out of a b**h Why you bullsh**ting?