Bangin' At The Party

(Album: Terrorist Threats - 2003)

[Mack 10:]
Yeah, uh-huh
yeah this what we gon' do: we gon' fall through the hood
Scoop up the lil' homies, and hit the motherfucking party, bang out
Dig what I'm saying? We gon' let them niggas get they walk on
We gon' get our ride on, and leave with a couple of bitches
And rep this Dub S thang to the fullest west side like that

[Skoop:]
When the music is bumping, and the homies give it something
All the hoes is coming and you know they all fucking
Got the Henny in glass, big puffing on something
And the niggas outside, and these bitches wanna fight
Then them niggas pulled up, and they deuces all wired
And you know we banged out, when the homies come around
One times always turning it up
'Cause we banging at the party!

[Ice Cube (WC) {Mack 10} *All*:]
We come through on that 22 shoe
In that SL500 chapel hill light blue
In cal-aye, we hit the valet
You ain't got it like that, park in the alley, nigga
(Get in line while we, spit the line for ya)
(Get inside where we, getting high)
On the danceflo' with a big behind
Nigga don't get mad 'cause your dick ain't mind
*So when you see the west side up in V.I.P*
*Don't bring your ass up there and try to be Ali*
{I'll beat your ass back down just to be on TV}
*We know bad publicity'll sell another CD*
[Dub C:] Fuck with that
Fuck with this
And I fuck with the crys'
Only fuck with the dough
Never fuck with you marks
{and if your just getting in, motherfucker you 'tarded}
{'Cause we banging at the party!}

[Skoop:]
When the music is bumping, and the homies give it something
All the hoes is coming and you know they all fucking
Got the Henny in glass, big puffing on somethin
And the niggas outside, and these bitches wanna fight
Then them niggas pulled up, and they deuces all wired
And you know we banged out, when the homies come around
One times always turning it up
'Cause we banging at the party!

[Young Soprano (K-Mac):]
Yeah, you know it's a white tee occasion
We in G formation, repping a G nation
I pull up three wheels, swanging a rag for
Hop out with the sag low, strapped with the mag for
{It's cashflow, thick money rolls and thick hoes}
We got those, and it's a party on the block loc!
And it's a party on the block dawg
(You know it's packed full of hogs, that's active and hard on hoes)
(Handcuffing your broad, is a negative)
(The twenty third letter, I'm an O.G. and repping this)
Believe, Skoop never nervous to crack a hoe
Plus I got them sets on deck, serving like McEnroe
(K-Mac fa sho, I'll give you what you asking for)
(Why treat a bitch like a bitch, and let a hoe be a hoe)
It's a Dub S-C thang, Soprano the name
H double O bang with the connect gang, nigga

[Ice Cube:]
Let 'em walk walk, let 'em walk (If your down with the connect then ya)
Walk walk, walk (If your strapped with a tech then ya)
Walk walk, walk (If you represent your set then ya)
Walk walk, walk (If you a neighbourhood vet then ya)
Walk walk, walk (If the bitch won't fuck then ya)
Walk walk, walk (Outline them niggas with the chalk then ya)
Walk walk, walk (If your sipping on that dark then ya)
Walk walk walk, (Y'all niggas don't want it)

[Skoop:]
When the music is bumping, and the homies give it something
All the hoes is coming and you know they all fucking
Got the Henny in glass, big puffing on somethin
And the niggas outside, and these bitches wanna fight
Then them niggas pulled up, and they deuces all wired
And you know we banged out, when the homies come around
One times always turning it up
'Cause we banging at the party!