Letra

S.D., O.T Breezy, Snoop D-O-double-G and O.T. (O.T., O.T) I got 25 ways I can get it And 20 homeboys that's fully with it It's only gon' take 'bout 30 minutes From the effects that you feel from the bag of spinach (ah) It's vintage, authentic, I have no limits C-Walk in the party, let the Crips up in it To handle our business, baby, put your back up in it C.B., O.T., yeah, we back up in it (ooh-wee) The West Coast do the most, take a drag of the dope House party like a motherfucker, full of my folks Hendog, O.E. and a couple of P's Pile of seeds, weed, and a couple of G's Ooh-wee, I got the mic, it's my turn The roof is on fire, let that motherfucker burn We don't need no water if your daughter is hot Just send her to the Dogg so I can woop-de-wop Sexy girl, you came to party You and your girlfriends 3's company (yeah) Girl, I don't mind, fun times Oh, baby, let me see you walk (walk), step to me (oh) This way when you shake that booty (oh, booty) Hit your walk (walk), hop to it (to it) I'ma show you how a real player do it Skip, skip, skip, skip, skip I'm a Long Beach nigga, Long Beach Crip (Crip) C-Walk the party, big thang on the hip (yeah) Gun never tiny, you can kiss this tip (muah!) Hatnin'? Got the stick like Magic (yeah) Hit it, let her fall for the silver sand But I don't drink it straight, where the Kool-Aid? (Kool-Aid) Leave a nigga bloody like bootleg (bop) I'm a Northside nigga (nigga), stand on my toes (go) Sisqó nigga (nigga), stayin' on the hoes (hoes) Heard she a flip (yeah), ran off her clothes (woah) Threw her in the air (wee), landed on the bros (oh) O.T., S.D., C.B, geeked Any nigga say some', gotta see me (ha) 36 O's, smell funky (what? What? What?) Double and give it up, chunky Sexy girl, you came to party (yeah) You and your girlfriends (huh) 3's company (3, baby) Girl, I don't mind, fun times (you better let me see you) Oh, baby, let me see you walk (walk), step to me (oh) This way when you shake that booty (oh, booty) Hit your walk (walk), hop to it (to it) I'ma show you how a real player do it I ain't tryna knock your hustle, babe (yeah) You know I'm a dog, but there's no pettin' More fire, more loud, we all gettin' blazed (yeah) You lookin' like twins, both hands, two bodies One in the sheets, other one her knees (sheets) Mary Jane's a freak, and I love Molly (Molly) I'm tryna paint two Mona Lisas One black, one white, at the same time Them strobe lights keep flashing It's just me and you two in this room (ooh) And it feels like déjà vu (ooh) Like I been here with you two, before Play on player, play on, play on, play on player Play on player, play on, play on, play on player (members only) Play on player, girls on top of girls, when we walk in Play on player (walk in), play on, play on, play on player Sexy girl, you came to party You and your girlfriends 3's company (yeah) Girl, I don't mind, fun times Oh, baby, let me see you walk (walk), step to me (oh) This way when you shake that booty (oh, booty) Hit your walk (walk), hop to it (to it) I'ma show you how a real player do it Play on player, play on, play on, play on player Play on player, play on, play on, play on player (members only) Play on player, girls on top of girls, when we walk in Play on player (walk in), play on, play on, play on player Breezy, Snoop D-O-double-G and O.T. (O.T., O.T) Breezy, Snoop D-O-double-G and O.T. (O.T., O.T) Breezy, Snoop D-O-double-G and O.T. (O.T., O.T) Breezy, Snoop D-O-double-G and O.T. (O.T., O.T)
Writer(s): Chris Brown, Calvin Broadus, Joseph Bereal, Dwayne Jackson, Derrick Beck, Odis Flores Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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