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YG - I just wanna party (feat. ScHoolboy Q & Jay Rock)

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YG:
Mama ain't raised no fool 
Daddy told me never leave the house without my tool 
Mama told me never trust a sucka nigga from the street 
Grandma said she love me and she always praying for me 
But I just wanna party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody 
I just wanna party, I don't wanna hurt nobody 
I just wanna party, I don't wanna hurt nobody 
But I’ll beat the fuck out of a nigga

YG:
I'm drunk off Hennessy 
Hope I don't run into my enemies 
That dark lick will give you energy 
Now I ain't rich, but I'm finna be 
Your baby mama's a flip, she wanna hit a G 
I'm back on that bullshit 
But she ain't fucking and that's bullshit 
I can't die, I got too much to live for 
I'm getting money, that's what niggas rob and kill for 
Fucking with Tenisha and Keisha 
But when Keisha see Tenisha she gon' whoop her ass 
All my homies gangbangers 
They dry their clothes on hangers 
All these hoes fucking, but they don't wanna seem like a ho 
So you gotta hit 'em on the low (hit em' on the D-Low!) 
West side, different money game 
Socked the mouth for tripping, he lost his watch and earrings

Schoolboy Q:
Nigga, I'm from Hoover Street 
Dirty pictures in my cellphone 
On 52nd street I'm well-known 
Hoover stomp until the cops come 
Silver satin get the job done 
Money ain't everything, but still I'm rich 
Money ain't everything, I'm still gon' crip 
From Figueroa to *** where we sock on lips 
We break on jaws, niggas since VCR's, nigga 
We hope out cars, nigga 
I be groovin' till I die 
Smokin' weed until I'm fried 
I could sell a key to God 
Pants saggin' with the Glock 
I ain't wanna pick the box 
All my homies gangbangers 
We keep a thumb between our two fingers 
We trippin' off the Henny 
So don't let me catch you slippin' in the 50's, Ricky

Jay Rock:
Nigga, I'm from Bounty Hunters, East Side lunatic 
Gang bang, slap a bitch 
I ain't with the extras, I ain't got a stunt double 
You ain't got no hands so they might let the gun touch you 
Is you banging or you balling, nigga? 
You a fax machine, we can't call it, nigga 
Everybody ain't a friend, reason why I keep a fo' 
You wanna gamble with your life, bet that on the tender-fold, nigga 
She bouncing that ass, go ahead shake it 
And if she give me that back, bitch, I'mma break it 
Shit, that pussy is overrated, some niggas'll chase it 
She acting like she be nutting, some bitches are faking 
You fighting to save many souls, know that you losing 
These bitches the reason why some niggas be snoozing 
YG, dawg, you heard how they left his brains hanging? 
Shouldn't have chunked his fingers up if he ain't banging 
I'm ashamed

Mama ain't raised no fool 
Daddy told me never leave the house without my tool 
Mama told me never trust a sucka nigga from the street 
Grandma said she love me and she always praying for me 
But I just wanna party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody 
I just wanna party, I don't wanna hurt nobody 
I just wanna party, I don't wanna hurt nobody
But I’ll beat the fuck out of a nigga