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letra de fuck off the party - mac dre

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(feat. the whoridas)

[whoridas member]
what’s up, what’s up, let’s ride
jump in the p-ssenger side on the 4th of july
h-lla saucy and fly, didn’t grind that day
i just wanted to play
and smoke with the b-tches
throw phrases at b-tches
get play from the b-tches
man, it was major b-tches
at the (? ) fair
-ss was over here, over there
i had to stop and strare
take a joint from my ear
tell this b-tch to come here
let’s breathe
and we even tricked the cops, though smell of the weed
that’s when they grabbed my sleeve
told me it’s time to leave
but what’s next, “you’re under arrest”
so grabbed the f-ckin cop and slapped him on his f-ckin bullet-proof vest
in the process lost a shoe, ripped a hole in my guess
that’s what the f-ck i get for smokin mexican stress

[whoridas member]
i’m at the bar doin big sh-t
gettin big lip
my n-gg-z, dig this
a few cats lookin like they wanna get with
so i give ’em a chance real quick
i’m real swift
it’s the wild wild west, ask will smith
(? ) that blew the brain
for foul-snitchin the game
i know my n-gg- dre would do the same
so i ain’t trippin on a motherf-ckin thang
sit back shinin like a diamond ring
n-gg-z wanna see me hang
so i’m upside down
about to clown
real gangsta sh-t lost and found
kidnapped, blast in the back of the dome
mash in a brougham
flashin on the phone
i’m yelllin n-gg-z be tellin
flowin like water from a melon
the seeds we spit, the seeds we sellin
from a westbound felon
f-ckin up your party not carin
from a westbound felon
f-ckin up your party not carin
from a westbound felon

[verse 3: mac dre]
i’m at a concert high and perved and a bad b-tch next to me
blown back off cognac, that bomb green and ecstacy
b-tches is buggin, n-gg-z is muggin
but b-tches is lovin cause n-gg-z is thuggin
these n-gg-z start nuttin in the corner by the speaker
my beeper’s goin off like crazy
the scene is hazy, no time to be lazy
got to stay on my toes, all of a sudden these hoes
come out of nowhere and grab this n-gg-
they stab this n-gg-, i’m mad this n-gg-
didn’t have nothin in his pockets when i ran through em
my plans is ruined, what is it i’m doin?
link’s on the flo’ – no, it’s not
stupid motherf-cker done dropped his rolex watch
put it in my pocket, proceeded to the exit
that’s when this b-tch i knew from the hood came through in this lexus
i seen these other n-gg-z beatin down this one fool
i said, “here come the police, y’all better run, fool”
soon as i said that the police drew down on us all
now i’m at the county jail with just one phone call
ain’t that a b-tch, weak–ss night
all f-cked up behind a weak–ss fight

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