West Coast Party Lyrics

Chorus: Fingazz Everybody, raise it up Let me see where you from Don't trip Your drink Everybody, take your cup Pour a little out Do you know what I'm talkin' about Let's blaze that Chronic Weed (Girls) On, ecstacy Ain't nothing like a west coast Party, party, party, baby [Mr. Shadow] (Verse 1) It don't stop til the cops kick down the door It's top notch, so just watch as I pimp these hoes Everybody knows how Mr. Shadow gets down (How's that?) Plenty of liquor and chronic to go around In west coast, sunny Cali, everyday, it's on We gonna rock this motherfucker til the crack of dawn So get your swig on (Swig on) Bring on the eighteen, hun You do it to impress, fool, we do it for fun Cause we some young Southsiders Doin' it big And ain't no outsiders Comin' in Born again, on the rise, and it's no surprise That we the baddest in the planet and we keeping it live S.D. on the ass Got your heads boppin' Weed keeps comin', and tops just keep poppin' Huh Topless models Empty bottles We some sick ass Bald headed soldados Repeat Chorus (Verse 2) I got the place jumpin' (Jumpin') Music stumpin' You all know that I'm always into somethin' We bouncin' (Bouncin') Smokin' a ounce With all my real motherfuckers in the back of the house Dego style 92101 Let me see where you from, fool, throw it up Still blowin' up the spot from top to bottom Side to side, haters can't hide, I spot 'em Everybody (What?) Bottoms up When you wanna get faded, just call us up X and blunts Ain't nobody next to us When we (What) Throw a bash, get ridiculous Take a hit with us Come and chill on the Southside (Southside) In my neck of the hood, it's all brown pride (Brown pride) Open your eyes and tell me who you see Around you and me that throw shit like weed No one Repeat Chorus (Verse 3) We're gonna smoke til the fat girl sings (Ah!) And ain't one in sight, so it's on, all night (Yeah) Hella high Me and the fellas ride Like if tomorrow is the day that we die And step aside or get stepped on (Stepped on) Cock blockers don't last long (Last long) Your bitches get crept on Who got a lighter (What, what) I need fire (Why?) I'm buzzin' and I wanna get higher Til I die, I'm a do this shit Bong fool, 80 proof, to the roof and shit (Whoo!) I prove that this coast got the finest hoes And we the downest motherfuckers that be hittin' the most I'm the host Shadow straight runnin' the show Get your back off the raw and your ass on the dance floor Go 'head and ask, do whatever you want And who gives a fuck if you ain't twenty-one Raise your cup Repeat Chorus Hook: E-Dubb {*scratching*} "Hey..." "Mr. Shadow" "Bring all the cups and the brew over here" --> Mr. Shadow "Hey..." "Mr. Shadow" "Juice drank, chillin' phat blunts, make you spit" --> Mr. Shadow Repeat Hook Repeat ChorusMr. Shadow f/ Fingazz - West Coast Party - http://motolyrics.com/mr-shadow-f-fingazz/west-coast-party-lyrics.html