Let it all go, let it all go, let it all go, let it all go Let it all go, let it all go, let it all go, let it all go Let it all go, let it all go, we
what I'm sayin In the balloon or the silver pack What you how you want it nigga? Huh? How you want it dawg? It's whateva we got it nigga from 64's to
2 go (Say I oughta knock U in, but don't come no)= If it break when it bend U better not put it in Get it up (Ride 'em, boy)= Partyman, P-Partyman (P
y'all speak of our crew Ya thought this, ya thought that, we thought y'all should laid back Yeah it's like that,for me it's like that Sittin back,and
Any way you wanna go Whether below or on top I'll love you down All around in and out and all about I got your lover non stop Outside it's a raining but
the house I rock the whole world North, East and South In the West, 17 horns blowin' Partyman, partyman Lose me now boy Get it up All hail the new king
, cheese and hugs that's the life of a thug I walk it like I talk it, told it 'coz I spark it Straight take you suckers boy ice and go and holk it I'
know I got a muthfuckin tight fade from that Flem, or was it that Joe, or was it that Judd you know how it go all my partnas cut, all my partnas tight
you bang wit' the Dogg Pound (Dogg Pound) (I luv it) The way the homies come through All blue nigga what y'all wanna do? (I luv it) We got hos to the
and land mines chopper smoke bombs and missiles Some of them bitches whistle Some of them bitches silent But all them bitches handle business All of them violent Bout it bout it
). So we can slide, slide, slipperdy slide, As I take you on a trip nigga ride (east side). Nate (daz): Do you remember back on the east side? Where all
bitch talkin' shit But when drama time come they scared to do it Throw them thangs talkin' hard in the Mic Say it in my face, be a man and let's fight Take it
Cuz I'm a Baby Gangsta down for that street funk Stuntin' in a concert, take it to the fuckin' trunk Talkin' all that bullshit, talkin' all that shit on wax Talkin' all
out on the street, that's how it goes They say: "Live by the trigger, die by the trigger" It ain't about whose gun is more bigger, nigga It's bout whose
all over the east coast (OH, WATCH OUT!), shit that was close, woo hoo {Mic you're a fuckin joke But guys it's almost five, I'm hungry, I think I'm out
land mines chopper smoke bombs and missiles Some of them bitches whistle Some of them bitches silent But all them bitches handle business All of them violent Bout it bout it