Ain`t Nothin` But A Gangsta Party 2 Lyrics

Ain`t Nothin` But A Gangsta Party 2 lyrics

f/ Whiteboy Ryan



Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party, party, party (X4)



Yea, club packed tonight, you know what I mean

You know it ain't nothin but a gangsta party in this motherfucker

I'm back, Dat Nigga Daz



[Chorus]

Now do my niggaz run this motherfucker?  (Hell yea!)

Or do my ladies run this motherfucker?   (Hell yea!)

Or do my gangstas run this motherfucker? (Hell yea!)

Now do my bitches run this motherfucker? (Hell yea!)



[Daz Dillinger]

Dat Nigga Daz is back in the house, gangsta'd out

Showin' you what I'm all about

Who run this motherfucker? - Dogghouse

Nobody else, so got new shit on the shelf

And play the cards that were dealt

You know I'm feeling high, so high that I could reach the sky

But if you reach for your pistol, and then you die

I'm gettin' cold like just fights, when the party bite

No fights all night until the moonlight

You know the ladies is feelin' it

The hoes is chillin' with the gangstas and thugs, two partners is who they
gettin' with it

It ain't no party like a Dogghouse party cause a Dogghouse party don't stop

You know we rock the party, and it's everybody

Fuck the cops and we chillin' on the block

You get dust off, you snitches, you suckas!

Put your sets in the air and represent for your colors!



[Chorus]



[Whiteboy Ryan]

It's a gangsta party, bitches bout' to get naughty

And on that Mo we like to sip (C'mon)

We up at Dogg's house gettin' head on the couch

Hater bitches gets the tip stuck dead in they mouth

Now we bangin' Daz Dilli

Crip walkin' with a Philly hangin' out my mouth

Got that G-Pimp step and there ain't no doubt - when it comes to the blunts

We up in smoke house, hit up the whole house

Now this is a gangsta party, bout' to bump me into a mami

Ooh! she freakin for weekend tonight

Get a cup filled up so she feel me right

Now this is a gangsta party, bout' to bump me into a mami

Ooh! she freakin for weekend tonight

Get a cup filled up so she feel me right



[Chorus]



[Daz Dillinger]

I get the crowd hyped, that's when I step on stage

Mic and 12-gauge, I keep the people a rage

Who afraid of the true Dogg's, true G's of the West Coast

Get smoked, we no joke onsite you get smoked - layed out, stretched out

Your best route to get to steppin'

Packin' weapons, you entered the smoke session

Blaze it up, young sag, Chuck's and blue rags

Nothing but DPGC's nigga your had

Grab for your shit - comin' quick, it's getting tense

Having money out to break a bitch

You know my job is to keep you movin'

To keep doin' what your doin' on that note homeboy you've been ruined, ruin
your crew

If you approach the Dogg's you'll get smoked

And to smoke all slobs - that is our job

You see I walk with a limp, smoke blunts and pimp

I keep it gangsta, nigga - you know my click



[Chorus]



Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party, party, party (X4)



[Julio G]

187.4 FM on your dial

W-Ballz back in the house

Lookin' for your ear hole, look

I'm Julio G, we do it high

Right here live and direct from the West Coast, California

We call it Dogg Pound

Daz Dillinger...he's a million dollar motherfucker

Have you heard?