Gangsta Party Lyrics - 8 Ball

(Come on and get up, oh, party, yeah) 

This ya boy Yo Gotti 

Street Tunes Productions 

We gon' ask everybody to stand up on this one 

D Boys, this a gangsta party 

Bun B, Eightball and this ya boy Yo Gotti 

[Chorus] 

All my hot girls bop for me 

Go 'head and drop for me 

D Boys rock with me 

Come buy the bar with me 

Dime pieces smile for me 

And all my gangsta niggas wild for me 

Throughout the crowd with me 

This for them big, thick fine girls, diamond-studded belly ring 

Niggas who be flippin' that work, screamin' money ain't no thing 

Car clean, mouth full of gold with the princess cut rocks in it 

Back pockets hangin' low because I got a glock in it 

Straight out of that Memphis, Tenn Orangemound for y'all niggas don't know 

Come flip with a pimp, let me show ya how to nuke that swing like I was Nino 

Premro, Fat Boy, Eightball whatever y'all niggas wanna call me 

Call me for a hot sixteen I'ma shine in the booth like a brand new bling 

But I don't sing I bust them flows that go so tight with the track 

Bitches get freaky niggas get crunk and don't know how to act 

I got the sack roll something, pop that 'gnac and po' it 

Ya fine bitches pop that puss like ya know it 

[Chorus: x2] 

I was movin' 'caine just doin' my thang 

Down here in Memphis where we off the chain 

Now, turn the top on my sixty-seven class then I'm switchin' lanes 

I done served a fiend, sipped the lean, twenty-four inches don't cloud my screen 

Roll candy paint, blowin' purple dank, they claim grip grain but I know they ain't 

I'm posted in the club, we can get it poppin' 

Ya violate my gangsta partner then it's bodies droppin' 

I just come to party, get at shorty head 

Do my thang, spit some game you know how Gotti play it 

I'm like all these hoes gon' get it man 

One of these hoes gon' get it man 

From the 'Mound to the west to the north to the south 

Yo Gotti gon' represent it man 

No fitted man just a head band, Polo shirt and some Birdmans 

Still thugged out and it ain't no secret 

I got my paper out the drug zones 

I got my paper out the gutter man 

Sellin' bud man with my brother man 

If you a North Memphis raised during my D Boy days 

You'd see why Gotti still love the game 

My wrist, my neck, my ear, my hand, my mouth look like a light show 

Yo bitch, my bitch, his bitch, her bitch just hit the flo' and get it low 

[Chorus: x2] 

This for all my street niggas and bitches 

From M Town to H-Town 

Free Pimp C, shit 

Here we come, we keepin' it trill 

Ain't no need to ask if you see 

Ain't nobody gon' keep it triller than me 

Myself and I that's Bun B 

I'm a G, I'm a boss, I grip grain and I sip lean 

I'm ball all out with the biggest G's and spit and throw the sixteen 

When it come down to the south you know that I'm holdin' the key 

I be in the Caddy rollin' on women damn near older than me 

Them screens six inches or better, the stitches in the leather 

If the trunk is popped it'll show in neon get it together 

Cause when I pull up at the valet man 

Eyes is wide and them jaws is droppin' 

Steppin' out the freshest clothes, brightest ice man the show is stoppin' 

People start oohin' me eyein' soon as they see us 

Women wanna be with us and fellas they wanna be us 

We the G's and don't try to fight it, got dro and we fixin' light it 

Laid back and that thang up on us we startin' to get excited 

I'm ballin' with Yo Gotti and Eightball two of Memphis tightest 

Cause we havin' a gangsta party man everyone's invited 

[Chorus: x2]