Now, where the ladies at? Yo, we're chillin' here And all the fellas, the fellas? over this year I the party's round here, right? You know that's right Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Now, where the ladies at? Yo, we're chillin' here And all the fellas, the fellas? Takin' this year I heard the party's round here, right? You know right Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
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It's so real when we through Sunshine be on my sidewalk when I through Schoolly D like family reunions, midday may, it's all Take a down to D dot C
The war's tuggin' and ain't no druggin', my credit's a While you searchin' for trick to put the shit in her name I be spendin on wall and buyin' boardwalk Dodging problems of the world, drawn out in white
Peace, Mr. War, I'm seein' all But unlike your eye extensions, my vision blur 'What', 'When' and 'Word's, where the gossip Heard I'm sexin' and I bought her a fur
Battin' eyes at Toni Braxton and I her a fur Now I'm hittin' Whitney Houston, oh, she bought me a Far-fetched like glass teks and Kiddie Soon comin' but now time to kick the fun in
Now, where the at? Yo, we're chillin' over here And all the fellas, fellas? Takin' over this I heard the party's round here, right? You know right Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Now, where the at? Yo, we're chillin' over here And all the fellas, the fellas? Takin' over year I heard the party's round here, You know that's right Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
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I'm out these rhymes for them kids who ain't here Stakes is high but we gonna try to have fun this Before there were guns, there was native on these plains But others on without being pawns in this game
'Cause a pawn in game is left with no game to play So, um, you best ta check and what we got to say Now if you came to party just let it be Now if you came to fight, you get that head flown
By the one and only, Plug Third J.D. plays the wall as Kenny Cal spurts words And a number to a crew of dope girls from the And not dope meaning weed but meaning
Like them west kids who be throwin' up signs I hate a buster unless his is Busta Rhymes So check the way my mind moves times and grooves Got some money to blow, wonder why wanna
Now, the ladies at? Yo, we're chillin' over here And all the fellas, the fellas? Takin' over this I the party's round here, right? You know that's right Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Now, where the ladies at? Yo, we're over here And all the fellas, the fellas? Takin' over this I heard the party's round here, right? You know right Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
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