I Just Wanna Party (feat. ScHoolboy Q & Jay Rock) - YG

I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with you Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you Trigger squeeze, don't call it, throw them thang-thangs with you Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool cool with you Cool with you, cool with you Chilling cool cool with you Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool cool with you Cool with you, cool with you Chilling cool cool with you Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang (gangbang) Groovy nigga, jumped off of the peg Fourth by my third leg Plead the fifth, no L's, no whips Backyard full of Crips Barbecues and county blues This Hoover gangster be the shit It ain't much up on our list Shoot the killer, hittin' licks Get MET up out the bitch, gangbanging, fuck a clique Yup, I'm looking for a scrap See, my cripping done spread around the world With his top below his bottom, it's the reaper Looking like the reaper in your driveway Strays through your living room Liable to drive by on a summer day July 4th will be in June Bla tay bla tay bla tay bla bum The sound of the drum that Crips and Bloods know Bla tay bla tay bla tay bla bum The sound that the drums sing I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with you Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you Trigger squeeze, don't call it, throw them thang-thangs with you Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool cool with you Cool with you, cool with you Chilling cool cool with you Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool cool with you Cool with you, cool with you Chilling cool cool with you Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang (gangbang) Don't make me put a lean to a nigga spleen Shells through a nigga (bariiing-biddy-crack-riiing) Stop a dream in its tracks beaten down Little boy now, dream little boy, dream Coke go in the pot Arm and now ma body A$AP Rocky Want it I could get it Onion in my pocket like the booty on a midget Diamond on my Rollie, thank a nigga I ain't frigid Looking at the time, saying win it for a minute See my neck co-defendant, what's the problem? See, my soul was long gone before I got him He was dead before I shot him, it's the reaper Looking like the reaper in your driveway Strays through your living room Liable to drive by on a summer day July 4th will be in June Bla tay bla tay bla tay bla bum The sound of the drum that Crips and Bloods know Bla tay bla tay bla tay bla bum The sound that the drums sing I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with you Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you Trigger squeeze, don't call it, throw them thang-thangs with you Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool cool with you Cool with you, cool with you Chilling cool cool with you Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool cool with you Cool with you, cool with you Chilling cool cool with you Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang (gangbang) Tell me more about it in the gutter Where it started with the cripping Blew in campus know it happened Tell me more about it in the gutter Where it started with the cripping Then the bloods done got it brackin' I'm just an Eastside nigga William Nickerson show you what it be like, nigga Roll 'em up, light 'em up like a street light, nigga Follow me, I can show you what these streets like, nigga Handlebars of a Schwinn, guns blow like dusty winds Spend a band, push his wig back when my revolver spins Toe tag 'em, false flagging like it's all good Tell niggas tee off like Tiger Woods, where you from? We never heard of ya, walking with the murderers Niggas that'll murder ya, steal you like a burglar See, my soul was long gone before I got them He was dead before I shot him, it's the reaper

Yeah, go, white girl, it's ya birthday Go, white girl, it's ya birthday Yelawolf mane and Gucci Go, white girl, it's ya birthday (Yeah, I know) Yelawolf mane, Gucci, holler at ya, man (Yeah, I know) So I got this twelve pack (Yeah, I know) We blow smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear Sayin', she just wanna party Trunk Musik got these poppers poppin' off the Richter scale D boys on the corner droppin' quarters like a wishin' well Ziplock in the freezer like yo momma's box of Zinfandel Sip it with ya southern bell, bet ya she won't kiss and tell Pitch and black, I'm Mr. Pale Pack the pack and drink the ale Gettin' drunk, I'm drunk as hell Don't think I can lean my chair Got a toothbrush for the dirty mouth muthafuckin' rappers You don't wanna see me there Blindside 'em, blindside 'em Bitch I'll leave you readin' Brail You can't Lady Gaga me, don't bother with the poker face I come from the bottom, you ain't gotta put ya dope away Got so many hook ups, I could pull the muthafuckin' train Reachin' for the bottles, baby, tell me what you want again I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party She just wanna get wasted, too wasted, so wasted, it's scary Yellow canaries in my ear, they pretty Let's party like it's 1960, I'm the EA Jimmy Hendrix Now the hip I'm a hippopotamus, I'm roarin' up that rhinoceros She's jockin' and it's obvious I land in your metropolis Don't know who the baby father is But I don't owe no apologies She just want a Harley I'm rollin' up the Marley I'm drunk as Paul McCartney I'm aided by the shawty I'm Gucci Mane, not pootie tang I put it down, don't pick it up Advice to you, don't pick on us Me and Yelawolf got crazy guns We came here with 5 of 'em I leave out with 9 of 'em That's 14 I keep around I want 'em 'til I get tired of 'em I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party Cocaine on the table, wish the rappa got 'em choppin' logs Twenty dolla bills all rolled up, Wiz Khalifas rollin' pot Jackie Chan is rollin', rollin', Yelawolf is pourin', pourin' Slow motion got ho's in motion, I think it's the perfect time To put 'em in the mood, to put 'em in the car Take 'em to the house and what Take 'em to the room, take 'em to the mouth How we do it down south, what I'm always going, going Ghettovison is sewing Plowing, growing, growing Crop those things I'm a brewing Catfish Billy, on ya grilly Cook it up, make a mealy Gettin' stupid, gettin' silly Drinkin' beer, oh so chilly Fucked up But I'll tell you that I can't complain Yelawolf and Gucci Mane Keepin' yo bitch in a tame I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party I just wanna party I just want, I just want I just wanna party I just want Yeah, we blowin' smoke in the air We drinkin' ice cold beer With ya girl in my ear sayin' I just wanna party Prima, we just wanna party Ha, ha, ha Yela, Gucci, burr That's hard

Um, yeah palms sweating guess it's time for tHe murder My nigga my nerve, I swerve left you dead on tHe curb Tell His family get tHem black clotHes Any witness gets a 9 cold, could do tHis witH a blindfold I'm tHat player on tHe corner looking dry wHen it rains Pimp a dollar out a pussy, I ain't trying to cHange Far from average, I'm smoking tHis cabbage Bottled teetH, joint karats, say cHeese, make tHe cops freeze Big cribs, four bars, living pipe dreams You only gangsta tHrough your bop screen MigHt set the reason for tHe crime scene Fill up tHe city with madness We tHe reason tHe Hearses left your Hood and Holding up traffic Let tHe riddles do tHe scrapping, keep tHe gun in my fabric Better pistol tHan tHem badges, you get dealt witH tHe maggots Heard drive-bys everyday Seen Homies die early age, tHougH we still gang bang anyway UH, yeah, Figg side THougH we still gang bang anyway, uH THougH we still gang bang anyway, uH THougH we still gang bang anyway, uH THougH we still gang bang anyway B's and them H's, tats on faces, Glocks with extendos Chucking up the hood then throw like 80 out that window The chopper make you limbo Gotta keep them antennas up, moving down Central Young niggas with skinnies, moving with them semis Catch your ass leaving the club, murk you at Denny's Squeeze till it's empty, it seems so unreal 'Til the gunfire got you using tables as a shield East side, west side, niggas getting chastised Dropping like fruit flies, we all know who die We all go on Insta and get the whole rundown A 15 second clip until he put the gun down Know OG's who took more shots like diabetics Had that MAC paint on your face like cosmetics Chucking up big ass B's is my fetish Type of shit that make you go brazy if I let it Niggas got zippers, wheelchairs and prosthetics THougH we still gang bang anyway, uH THougH we still gang bang anyway, uH THougH we still gang bang anyway, uH THougH we still gang bang anyway Hundred days, hundred nights, nigga Let the K'ss scream 'til we see the red and blue lights, nigga From the Hoovers to the Hundreds, nigga From Kelly Park to Bounty Hunters, nigga (Watch out for the shooters) Same age as the kids in Iraq now LA Chiraq now, funerals is packed now Preachers at the pulpit, Jesus is the background Grandmother get shot walking out the church How that sound? Niggas don't really like it but we grew up in it City of angels, belly of the beast get chewed up in it Started as Black Panthers, everything power, everything pro black Started off unified the FBI know that A little coke sprinkled on tables but wasn't no crack False imprisonment, he repeat Geronimo Pratt Now close your eyes, listen to me, your mind'll go back Picture us chained together under the boat, that's a Kodak And since today is Thursday, let me hit you with a throwback Stolen identities, God left us here without lowjack Forced to find ourselves, forced to break up outta chains Got tired of getting hanged so we started our own gangs Tookie Williams (Crip), Sylvester Scott (Blood) Seventy two Lil' Country caught a slug And that was the first time a crip ever killed a blood Now the shit is worldwide cause it is what it was We know the history and we know the shit could end any day THougH we still gang bang anyway, uH THougH we still gang bang anyway, uH Crips, primarily African American gang THougH we still gang bang anyway, uH Founded in Los Angeles, California 1969 By Raymond Washington and Stanley Williams THougH we still gang bang anyway Today there's over a million Crip members worldwide Associated with the blue bandana Bloods, also primarily African American Street gang founded in Los Angeles county city known as Compton By Sylvester Scott and Benson Owens A mission he formed to provide members protection from the Crips Today there's over 5 million Bloods worldwide The government still can't contain us And our fate was sealed forever When 17 year old LA brim Frederick "Lil Country" Garrett Was murdered by west side Crips on June fifth 1972 Crip 1: Hey man ain't that Lil Country over there cuz? Crip 2: If it is, his ass gon' be laying in a blood river Crip 1: Hey man, make a u-turn and pull up on him real slow Crip 2: Alright cuz Crip 1: What's happening Fred? Shotgun pump and gunshot Woman: Frederick, oh my god, oh my god Frederick no, no Gasping for air Woman: Please, oh my God Somebody help me Y'all just gonna fucking stand there? Call the police Somebody help