Bangin' At The Party Lyrics - Westside Connection

Yeah, uh, huh 

Yeah this what we gon' do, we gon' fall through the hood 

Scoop up the lil' homies and hit the motherfuckin' party, bang out 

Dig what I'm saying, we gon let them niggaz get, they walk on 

We gon' get our ride on and leave with a couple of bitches 

And rep this Dub S thang to the fullest West side, like that 

When the music is bumpin' and the homies give it somethin' 

All the hoes is comin' and you know they all fuckin' 

Got the Henny in glass, big puffin' on somethin' 

And the niggaz outside and these bitches wanna fight 

Then them niggaz pulled up and they deuces all wired 

And you know we banged out when the homies come around 

One times always turning it up because we bangin' at the party 

We come through on that 22 shoe 

In that SL500 chappell hill light blue 

In cal-aye, we hit the valet 

You ain't got it like that, park in the alley, nigga 

Get in line while we spit the line for ya 

Get inside where we gettin' high 

On the dance floor with a big behind 

Nigga, don't get mad 'cause your dick ain't mind 

So when you see the west side up in V.I.P 

Don't bring your ass up there and try to be Ali 

I'll beat your ass back down just to be on TV 

We know bad publicity'll sell another CD 

Fuck with that, fuck with this and I fuck with the crys 

Only fuck with the dough, never fuck with you marks 

And if you're just getting in, motherfucker you 'tarded 

'Cause we bangin' at the party 

When the music is bumpin' and the homies give it somethin' 

All the hoes is comin' and you know they all fuckin' 

Got the Henny in glass, big puffin' on somethin' 

And the niggaz outside and these bitches wanna fight 

Then them niggaz pulled up and they deuces all wired 

And you know we banged out when the homies come around 

One times always turning it up because we bangin' at the party 

Yeah, you know it's a white tee occasion 

We in G formation, reppin' a G nation 

I pull up three wheels, swangin' a rag fo' 

Hop out with the sag low, strapped with the mag fo' 

It's cash flow, thick money rolls and thick hoes 

We got those and it's a party on the block loc 

And it's a party on the block dawg 

You know it's packed full of hogs 

That's active and hard on hoes 

Handcuffin' your broad is a negative 

The twenty-third letter, I'm an O G and reppin' this 

Believe, Skoop never nervous to crack a hoe 

Plus I got them sets on deck, servin' like McEnroe 

K Mac fa sho, I'll give you what you askin' fo' 

Why treat a bitch like a bitch and let a hoe be a hoe 

It's a Dub S C thang, Soprano the name 

H double O bang with the connect gang, nigga 

Let 'em walk, walk, let 'em walk 

(If you're down with the connect then, ya) 

Walk, walk, walk 

(If you're strapped with a tech then, ya) 

Walk, walk, walk 

(If you represent your set then, ya) 

Walk, walk, walk 

(If you a neighborhood vet then, ya) 

Walk, walk, walk 

(If the bitch won't fuck then, ya) 

Walk, walk, walk 

(Outline them niggaz with the chalk then, ya) 

Walk, walk, walk 

(If you're sippin' on that dark then, ya) 

Walk, walk, walk 

(Y'all niggaz don't want it) 

When the music is bumpin' and the homies give it somethin' 

All the hoes is comin' and you know they all fuckin' 

Got the Henny in glass, big puffin' on somethin' 

And the niggaz outside and these bitches wanna fight 

Then them niggaz pulled up and they deuces all wired 

And you know we banged out when the homies come around 

One times always turning it up because we bangin' at the party