Warren G, Nate Dogg & Game - Party We Will Throw Now! Lyrics
[Hook]As I travel this lonely gangster roadJust me and my negroesWe still got bomb hydroWe just double independentAnd the night falls that’s when young girls go homeBig girls put on small clothesA party we will throwA party we will throw now[The Game]All I need is the chronic to keep me fitA bad *****, a project apartment and 2 pitsRed chucks of red big to keep my kush litThank god for what I get but never really needed shitI’m a hustler nigga, that’s how I got this red BentleySlay the competition and told them that Dre sent meWalk in the smoke like what up locCause one always got that bomb dot com that make me chokeWe gonna twist up, 8 for Nate blow the smoke through the cloudsAnd hopes that it reaches the pearly gatesNow, how many niggas wanna throw up a dubAnd be surrounded by the baddest *****es up in the club yeahIt’s the math blood, sixes on the ave cuzPhantom got your girl ***** wetter than my bath tub***** her all night, wake her up at 6Lil mama grab your shit, get ghost[Hook]As I travel this lonely gangster roadJust me and my negroesWe still got bomb hydroWe just double independentAnd the night falls that’s when young girls go homeBig girls put on small clothesA party we will throwA party we will throw now[Warren G]Click clack what up, zig zag run upNic nac paddie whack, twisting up a fat sackTic tac toe up, I be in them streets like an intersectionI got connection, from every sectionCritical, political, it’s killer Cal’Roll it up, now pass that shit aroundMy mental is cynical, originalThinking you could see usI’m like nigga how?I’m in that diamond lane, I’m in that diamond chainGlissing and glowing, I’m sipping liquor I’m blowing zippers my nigga I’m on oneI’m pushing the zone up, I’m sitting up, my pistol shining my chrome upMy nigga Game got the gun loadOne shot mix a nigga brain like some gumbo, oh, ohAll that tough talk nigga, what for?Shut your scary ass up at the front door[Hook][Warren G]Could nobody diss my nigga, damn I miss my niggaPour out a little liquor, big Nate Dogg nigga 213From the city by the sea, where the G’s ride,Turn around baby let me listen to the b-sideSlap that, tap that, after that, east sideAs I travel this road I see the street signReady for whatever, Berrettas you know I keep mine[The Game]Mr L-B, C-P-T nigga we be, OG to BG, that’s what we be, killer (what?)Cali-forni-a, eh, know the strap, hop into the six stray Snoop, what up locI’m headed to the east side, G ride throwing up everything but the peace signGold Daytonas, gangbang persona nigga trip, I’ma pop the top off his Corolla[Hook]
