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Yo Gotti

Gangsta Party

 

Gangsta Party

(album: Back 2 Da Basics - 2006)


[Repeat in background throughout song:]
Come on and get up...oh...party...yeah

[Yo Gotti:]
This ya boy Yo Gotti
Street Tunes Productions
We gon' ask everybody to stand up on this one
D Boys, this a gangsta party
Bun B, Eightball and this ya boy Yo Gotti

All my hot girls bop for me
Go 'head and drop for me
D Boys rock with me
Come buy the bar with me
Dime pieces smile for me
And all my gangsta niggas wild for me
Throughout the crowd with me

[Eightball:]
This for them big, thick fine girls, diamond-studded belly ring
Niggas who be flipping that work, screaming money ain't no thing
Car clean, mouth full of gold with the princess cut rocks in it
Back pockets hanging low because I got a Glock in it
Straight out of that Memphis, Tenn Orangemound for y'all niggas don't know
Come flip with a pimp, let me show ya how to nuke that swing like I was Nino
Premro, Fat Boy, Eightball whatever y'all niggas wanna call me
Call me for a hot sixteen I'ma shine in the booth like a brand new bling
But I don't sing I bust them flows that go so tight with the track
Bitches get freaky niggas get crunk and don't know how to act
I got the sack roll something, pop that 'gnac and po' it
Ya fine bitches pop that puss like ya know it

[Yo Gotti:]
All my hot girls bop for me
Go 'head and drop for me
D Boys rock with me
Come buy the bar with me
Dime pieces smile for me
And all my gangsta niggas wild for me
Throughout the crowd with me

All my hot girls bop for me
Go 'head and drop for me
D Boys rock with me
Come buy the bar with me
Dime pieces smile for me
And all my gangsta niggas wild for me
Throughout the crowd with me

I was moving 'caine just doing my thang
Down here in Memphis where we off the chain
Now, turn the top on my sixty-seven class then I'm switching lanes
I done served a fiend, sipped the lean, twenty-four inches don't cloud my screen
Roll candy paint, blowing purple dank, they claim grip grain but I know they ain't
I'm posted in the club, we can get it popping
Ya violate my gangsta partner then it's bodies dropping
I just come to party, get at shorty head
Do my thang, spit some game you know how Gotti play it
I'm like all these hoes gon' get it man
One of these hoes gon' get it man
From the 'Mound to the west to the north to the south
Yo Gotti gon' represent it man
No fitted man just a head band, Polo shirt and some Birdmans
Still thugged out and it ain't no secret
I got my paper out the drug zones
I got my paper out the gutter man
Selling bud man with my brother man
If you a North Memphis raised during my D Boy days
You'd see why Gotti still love the game
My wrist, my neck, my ear, my hand, my mouth look like a light show
Yo bitch, my bitch, his bitch, her bitch just hit the flo' and get it low

All my hot girls bop for me
Go 'head and drop for me
D Boys rock with me
Come buy the bar with me
Dime pieces smile for me
And all my gangsta niggas wild for me
Throughout the crowd with me

All my hot girls bop for me
Go 'head and drop for me
D Boys rock with me
Come buy the bar with me
Dime pieces smile for me
And all my gangsta niggas wild for me
Throughout the crowd with me

This for all my street niggas and bitches
From M Town to H-Town
Free Pimp C, shit

[Bun B:]
Here we come, we keeping it trill
Ain't no need to ask if you see
Ain't nobody gon' keep it triller than me
Myself and I that's Bun B
I'm a G, I'm a boss, I grip grain and I sip lean
I'm ball all out with the biggest G's and spit and throw the sixteen
When it come down to the south you know that I'm holding the key
I be in the Caddy rolling on women damn near older than me
Them screens six inches or better, the stitches in the leather
If the trunk is popped it'll show in neon get it together
Cuz when I pull up at the valet man
Eyes is wide and them jaws is dropping
Stepping out the freshest clothes, brightest ice man the show is stopping
People start oohing me eyeing soon as they see us
Women wanna be with us and fellas they wanna be us
We the G's and don't try to fight it, got dro and we fixing light it
Laid back and that thang up on us we starting to get excited
I'm balling with Yo Gotti and Eightball two of Memphis tightest
Cuz we having a gangsta party man everyone's invited

[Yo Gotti:]
All my hot girls bop for me
Go 'head and drop for me
D Boys rock with me
Come buy the bar with me
Dime pieces smile for me
And all my gangsta niggas wild for me
Throughout the crowd with me

All my hot girls bop for me
Go 'head and drop for me
D Boys rock with me
Come buy the bar with me
Dime pieces smile for me
And all my gangsta niggas wild for me
Throughout the crowd with me

done

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