Gangsta Party

Gangsta Party (Big Tymers feat TQ, CMR, Benzino)
from Big Tymers - Big Money Heavyweights

(TQ)
Uhhhuhhhhhh
(Lil’ Wayne)
Oh Yeah!
(Baby)
Birdcall Muthafucka!

(Lil’ Wayne)
Get wit it or daddy move over
Yes it’s Young, Gotti, Weezy and a new rover
On them 2-4’s (Damn!) Wildlife dashboard
Plus zoo floors
It’s a…jungle in there
Got pulled over it’s a bundle in there
Contraband
Countryman
Armed like the ?? man
Young Sinatra fan
Bump ol’ blue eyes
In the new 5 with the blue eyes
Vibe with a 2 ma
Me and you silly
High off the cheeba
Slick shottie macaroni is what she gon' be ma
Plus she see my heat by my ol’ school Fila’s
I love my Mack 10 like T-Boz
My money back pimpin' comes 3 times
Ya’ll can’t see mine
I’m way beyond Ya behind
Keep tryin' in that A39 or be fine
?? sizzle for wizzle
Keep calm or keep bombin’

(Chorus – TQ)
Gangsta Gangsta
Boys & Girls
We Have a Gangsta Party All Around the World
And If Ya Wanna Go
Cock That 44
Let Me See Them Sets So We Can Hit the Do’
Gotta Live Gangsta
Boy Ya Betta Watch Ya Self
Gangsta
Boy Ya Betta Watch Ya Self
Gangsta
Boy Ya Betta Watch Ya Self
Gangsta Gangsta
Boys & Girls

(Benzino)
If you startin’ then my dogs come through
Heavy blow
Watch the birdman fly and you niggas already know
Me and Weezy bang heaters at each and every show
Canary yellow ??? with your fellas
They already know
Don’t you niggas know we be yellin’ it
Surrounded by felons and units
We steady sellin’ em (get money Muthafucka)
You bitches is gonna learn
Play with zino paper
And you bound to get burned
Cash money bang out with Benzino
Pushin 83rd yachts with 30 chicks to Puerto Rico
Y’all know me, zino, flocks of c-notes
Plus I’m packin’ chips like I got a casino
I run the source
Come and parle' with me
On the club of south beach
Betta holla at me
TQ, Boo & Gotti, countin’ dollars with me
And if it ain’t about gangsta then it ain’t about me
Holla

(Baby)
First, you gotsta earn to learn
Baby boy you got ta learn to earn
Put it in the air
Let the fire burn
Let it be known CMR returned
Gotta have these chips & these whips
Gotta get these dollars or I’m gonna flip
These bucks, these shines, these times, we all grind

(Boo)
We the most gangsta gangsta’s
Murderous murderers
?? from chi-town
Y’all know you heard of us
Eh homie get back befo I go get that
Click clack (do that do that) whoa

(Gotti)
Throw ya sets high
We gangsta’s we all gon’ ride
We keep the niner and the 4 5
Cream beamer 745
Cruise the city
Blowin’ sticky
Stay with me fam I’m so shy

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