Song Description

A party song.

Lyrics

[Kaotic, from The E.V.E.L.]
What's poppin, what's poppin off?/
K.T. game hotter than a molotov/
Winnin' and grinnin'/
Niggaz tryin' to get up wit some chickens/
that's gon' pack the truck, shorty find way to fit in/
If you, under boo you know you can't get in/
'cause we trunin the bass up and hittin' the lakefront/
Yeah! Blowin my haze up, you knowin my flavor/
half-ass naked, no regretin' the paper/
Or we can hit the club scene on Chevy dub things/
At the Old Fifty Dobb lookin so spiffy/
That's how I ball out, fall out crispy ones/
Long chain, right thang to see me with/
Step out feelin malty, neck all frosty/
Niggaz salty, I gotta keep these haters up off me/
Dough heavy, you know I'm still pushin' a Chevy/
Rag-top, Ass pop when I'm bendin the scene/
They holla


Yeah!! And we still jukin' in nightclubs/
Yeah!! And we still shootin' the dice bruh/
Yeah!! And we still gettin this paper/
Holla-Yeah, Holla-Yeah, Holla-Yeah, Holla-Yeah/
Yeah!! We still sittin' in hot tubs/
Yeah!! We still flickin on dubs/
Yeah!! We steady gettin this paper/
Holla-Yeah, Holla-Yeah, Holla-Yeah, Holla-Yeah/

[OutLaw, from The E.V.E.L.]
Twen' Twenty's wit' flashin' linen/
Lookin at the bartender and she steady grinnin'/
Tha Don is here, my tips, they cover the year/
fast money, large money don't be a dummy/
Shots of Remy got everybody scummy, One shot back breakers/
We gauranteed to take her, the respect is major/
And only haters hate ya, the players replace ya/
I'm a bar spitter and the taste is bitter/
The powder'll kill ya, in the hood we kill for riches/
The undisputed prophet gettin hoes topless with the hottest topics/
And guns like rockets, you need to stop it/
'Fore we knock your eyeballs outta socket, Better stay in pocket/
I'm the hype, luxury cars, Driven by stars
Luxury bars Spittin from the heart/
If I wrote you the bible/
You still wouldn't be a rival(laugh)/


Yeah!! And we still jukin' in nightclubs/
Yeah!! And we still shootin' the dice bruh/
Yeah!! And we still gettin this paper/
Holla-Yeah, Holla-Yeah, Holla-Yeah, Holla-Yeah/
Yeah!! We still sittin' in hot tubs/
Yeah!! We still flickin on dubs/
Yeah!! We steady gettin this paper/
Holla-Yeah, Holla-Yeah, Holla-Yeah, Holla-Yeah/

[Zupreme]
Z. dot T., you canno stop him/
So you might as well cop the "Z" shirts and rock em/
Anybody wanna go to war that we gon pop em/
sayin, Yeah-Holla, Yeah-Holla, Yeah-Holla, Yeah-Holla/
Figga's a mover, Figga's a shaker/
Tell you what, we can both jap and you'll be the geisha/
Check me out, stop at the light, rims still spinnin'/
Skeet off, turn to the right, your chick still grinnin'/
Look homie, tell you somethin' we don't pay for promotion/
I just turn the vol on twenty and bang to the motion/
Pull up at the club and they liftin the rope and/
Walk in the club, left right, know what we scopin/
YEAH!!, Niggaz hope Figga slippin, losin his ice/
But if you know Figga, move slick, losin your life/
I wish you would try to pull it, be number one with a bullet/
Leave you layin' face down drownin in your own fluid/
Sayin'

(x2)
Yeah!! And we still jukin' in nightclubs/
Yeah!! And we still shootin' the dice bruh/
Yeah!! And we still gettin this paper/
Holla-Yeah, Holla-Yeah, Holla-Yeah, Holla-Yeah/
Yeah!! We still sittin' in hot tubs/
Yeah!! We still flickin on dubs/
Yeah!! We steady gettin this paper/
Holla-Yeah, Holla-Yeah, Holla-Yeah, Holla-Yeah/