Oh yeah, we back,
Lil' Al,
D -Black on the track,
C .G. on the board, yeah
D .O. Brown, what's up with you,
dawg?
Know we gotta hit him for the radio, homie
Oh yeah, 2K5, uh, come on
Everybody gather round once again,
here we go, oh no
Speakers explode while I reload
and make another heater for
your satisfaction
Baby, I'm feelin' your reaction
Movin' side to side on the dance floor
After all, baby girl,
that's what I'm here for
To make you move to the beat
And feel like a freak seven days a week
Can't nobody hold me down
Comin' through, baby, blazin' a pound
Yeah, kickin' that sound
The bump in the club or in the hot tub
When I'm havin' fun,
I post it up at the pad
All chillin' on the app
Don't matter, baby, yeah,
we gon' smash
And keep the people jumpin',
boy com in' like Dre,
y I'm always into somethin'
Now I don't know what you been told,
but my pockets stay on swole
And we just keep on makin' hits,
party people in the club
goin' swang to this
Now I don't know what you been told,
but my pockets stay on swole
And we just keep on makin' hits,
party people in the club
goin' swang to this
Tryna keep my pockets thick
so I stay twistin' chips
Don't wait for flippin' bricks
and puttin' them on the strips
Starvin', grindin' with my clique,
yeah, we really live this shit
Now we eatin' off these spits,
yes, I'm blessed with a gift
Could jib and jab at these tricks,
have them swingin' ass and hips
Crack the yak and pop the trish,
go ahead, dance and bop to this
Homie, fire up the split,
let's go in downtown
Lil' Al and Dino Brown
from moving pounds to world renown
Ghetto thug, flattin' around
on the DB Masterpiece
I'm a cold mouth piece,
I knock you free to say the least
Baby, groovin' to the beats,
cruisin' on a lovely day
Southern Cali fornia,
hey, what a rider's parlay
All day, every day, I hit the 5 highway
From S .B. to L .A., from I .E. to O .C.
Blazin' up the iray,
I'm finna have it my way
And until my dyin' day,
I keep it G all way
Now I don't know what
you've been told
But my pockets stay all swole
And we just keep on makin' hits
Party people in the club
goin' swang to this
Now I don't know what
you've been told
But my pockets stay all swole
And we just keep on makin' hits
Party people in the club
goin' swang to this
See, people got different
opinions about me
That's okay,
cause I already know how I be
V .I .P. everywhere that I go,
that's for sure
Used to be poor, no money at all
Now I'm making hits,
no time to starve
Fuck a slip and a fall, baby we born to ball
And keep our game tight
like we know how
Cock my lyrics back, release, plow
Now you're all feeling my flow
Baby I'm getting my dough
She's getting out of control
Now they wanna know
How little Al wrote fancy cars and clothes
Yeah baby that's me
Ain't nothing for free up in V .I .P.
And you know we got them swangin'
Lil' Wild
Dito Brown, baby, we keep it bangin'
Now I don't know what you been told
But my pockets, all swole
And we just keep on makin' hits
Party people in the club
goin' swang to this
Now I don't know what you been told
But my pockets, all swole
And we just keep on makin' hits
Party people in the club goin'
swang to this
Now I don't know what you been told
But my pockets, they all swole
And we just keep on making hits
Party people in the club
going swang to this
Now I don't know what
you've been told
But my pockets, don't swole
And we just keep on making hits
Party people in the club
going swang to this
Bye.