Now, where the ladies at? Yo, chillin' over here And all the fellas, the fellas? Takin' this year I heard the party's round here, right? You know that's 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, right? You know right Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
It's so real when we through be on my sidewalk when I come through Schoolly D like family reunions, midday may, it's all Take a walk 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 problems of the world, drawn out in white chalk
Peace, Mr. War, I'm seein' all But your eye extensions, my vision don't blur 'What', 'When' and 'Word's, the gossip occur 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 but now it's time to kick the fun in
Now, where the ladies at? Yo, chillin' over here And all the fellas, fellas? Takin' over year I heard the 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' over this I the party's round here, right? You know that's right Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
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I'm pourin' out rhymes for them kids who ain't here is high but we gonna try to have fun this year Before there were guns, there was tongues on these plains But others on without them pawns in this game
'Cause a pawn in this game is left with no game to So, um, you best ta and hear what we got to say Now if you came to party let it be known Now if you came to fight, you might get head flown
By the one and only, Maseo Third J.D. Dove the wall as Kenny Cal spurts words And a number to a crew of dope girls the woods And not dope meaning weed but dope
them west coast kids who be throwin' up signs I hate a buster unless his name is Rhymes So check the way my mind moves times and grooves Got some money to blow, wonder why know
Now, where the ladies at? Yo, 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
Now, where the ladies at? Yo, chillin' over here And all the fellas, the Takin' over this year I heard the party's round here, right? You that's right Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
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