Chuccs (feat. Roscoe Umali & Styliztik Jones) - Kurupt, Warren G & Daz Dillinger

I see the life of the party We don't get it started Till' I I I I I walk in Till' I I I I I walk in Till' I I I I I walk in Dj turn it up up up up up up up Dj turn it up up up up up up up Now watch the girls pick it up and drop it down (drop it down) Watch the girls pick it up and drop it down Now I ain't got no curfew, so when this thing ends On to the next one, we gon' get it in Let the crowd rock and let the beat spin Heard 'em say encore, drop it again Grab a lil' shawty, hands all on her body Walk into the bass while she droppin' it low Sweat all on her hands soon as she hit the floor Then she turn around and had my eyes like woah Yep the beat steady knockin' Then you see me walkin' And I'll be like go'on girl, go'on girl do your thing, stop That's why them girls like to party with me That's why them girls like to party with me I be the life of the party We don't get it started Till' I I I I I walk in Till' I I I I I walk in Till' I I I I I walk in That's when the Dj turn it up up up up up up up Turn it up up up up up up up Now watch the girls pick it up and drop it down (drop it down) Watch the girls pick it up and drop it down Girls gon' wild, pullin on my shirt Treat 'em like its 9 ta 5 Imma go to work Its time to clock in, I'm puttin on a show They don't even know, they don't even know Rock to the left, rock to the right Girl now slooooww motion bring the beat back, Keep it goin don't stop till ya break that back Ta, tell the Dj its your song, you need ta play that back Drop it drop it down drop it down to the floor Shawty bad as she wanna be I gotta get her home I am the life of the party man Now let go dance for show out 2 ounces of lean so everything is in slow mo Got me lambo, Roscoe, Mishon turn it up Aka shawty cool me down cause I'm burning up See my bank on that Milli but I'm workin on three more I'm all in my zone like I'm standin in three fo' I be the life of the party We don't get it started Till' I I I I I walk in Till' I I I I I walk in Till' I I I I I walk in That's when the Dj turn it up up up up up up up Turn it up up up up up up up Now watch the girls pick it up and drop it down (drop it down) And drop it down, watch the girls pick it up and drop it down Who wanna party with me Lets take it to the VIP Everything's on me, baby Just take it low (low), just take it low (low) Down to the flo' (flo'), to the flo' Baby just take it low (low), just take it low (low) Now Dj turn it up up (turn me up) up up (Okay) up up up All these pretty ladies, I don't know which one to choose So I think I'll take 'em all, there's no way I can lose What you bring some more drinks, shawty say Ahh I'm tryin ta find my team like my man they say Ahh Got a party at my crib. Look like they never saw the ray jay Playboy mansion they don't got this many playmates The party don't start, until I get up in it And I keep it turned up (turn me up) I be the life of the party We don't get it started Till' I I I I I walk in Till' I I I I I walk in Till' I I I I I walk in That's when the Dj turn it up Ooo O Ooo O Ooo O Ooo O (Turn it up up up up up up up Turn it up up up up up up up) Now watch the girls pick it up and drop it down (drop it down) Watch the girls pick it up and drop it down, drop it down, down Another one of dem Hit me.

Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha Daz and Kurupt, Kurupt and Daz Nickels and pennies, and pounds of hash Double up the dough, double my money Let it can boil and bubble, get a grip ain't nothin funny You can't survive, off no conversation wit words Betta get up off yo ass nigga, go flip some birds Hand me my cash, nobody moves and nobody get blast My first words are my last I got a platoon, mask, and armor suits First infiltry of riders on a global pursuit Parachute and jump, held high on a stump Wit a pump, bout to dump, put a end to the hunt The streets is a muthafucka Dope game, rock game, cocaine, packages sold, pick a row Riding vogues, switches up as high as they go Gotta let um know the game, muthafucka fo' sho In and out do's, chrome, rollin in sixty-fo's I ain't got time fo none of you bitches, so fuck off ho Ever heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us Gangsta gang, full of jack artists are murderers Automatics rang out, you left dead nigga wit yo brains out Walk back to the porch, wit some salt to wash the stains out Murders my hobby, kidnapping, jacking, and robbery Wow daz a safari, in a p??? Pay the cops off as I peel out and jet It ain't no thing when we connect, we posted up with tecks Nigga we bury you alive in cement, that's what we meant Now when the nine goes click, yo ass wasn't shit Get out your war tactics, get at you get the job done One gun you hung, seven bullets in your lungs Struggle with heron and I'll tell you apart Through my veins and through my heart That's when the drama will start Nigga gimme what you got, let off some more shots Run through what you got, destroy yo block Got a dealings ever ever was your spot When the nine goes pop, that's when yo homeboys drop The streets is a muthafucka Dope game, rock game, cocaine, packages sold, pick a row Riding vogues, switches up as high as they go Gotta let um know the game, muthafucka fo' sho In and out do's, chrome, rollin in sixty-fo's I ain't got time fo none of you bitches, so fuck off ho Ever heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us Gangsta gang, full of jack artists are murderers I seen it befo' 44's explode Nigga's fall on the flo', the hardest nigga on the flo' The hoes like, do what the fuck ever a nigga say It's like this everyday on the streets of L.A Gotta a lumberjack the size of a tank I'm a hammerhead with a hammer the size of a tank Every heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us The gangsta gang muthafucka, its on dawn to dust Well nigga wonder what we doing, it ain't really nothing to us Plus you ain't nothin' to us, you can't do nothing to us (noooo) I represented and presented the bloodbath Feel the wrath, we get what you had you get stabbed We grab for the oppurtunities that'll soon to be a chance At the eulogy, I knew you be dead, while in prison Making critical decisions, to the brain to his neck Goes 27 inches for tellin' the snitches The streets is a muthafucka Dope game, rock game, cocaine, packages sold, pick a row Riding vogues, switches up as high as they go Gotta let um know the game, muthafucka fo' sho In and out do's, chrome, rollin in sixty-fo's I ain't got time fo none of you bitches, so fuck off ho Ever heard of a gangsta, well you must have heard of us Gangsta gang, full of jack artists are murderers

(Daz) It's been a long time since you've heard from us Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Young Gotti Kurupt And now we back wit a little rhyme We can't stop, can't quit, 'cause we on da grind (Daz) (Kurupt) Yo! (Gangstafied back on the block) Straight up D-A-Z, K-U-R-U-P-T Doin' it like usual, you know what I'm sayin'? You can't stop You can't rewind the time You can't think about the past So look forward to life And keep on the missionin' on the grind fo' yours (Hook - 2x: Daz) We can't stop, can't rewind the time Off of dollar bills nickles and dimes On everything homeboy that I'm down for mine Until we get we it be out here on de grind (Daz) I wake up with the birds, early as fuck Stash my dope in the cut, serve the clucks Lil' bitches around the way they know what's up They wanna bust, wanna try to smoke a nigga weed up It aint shit to flip a double up And I love when I'm comin' up I got thangs for these suckas when they runnin' up Tellin' all yall fools yall aint one of us... nigga (Kurupt) (Daz) Get a glimpse of a fact - plus that, Blaze Move into the hood with all the O.G's That help me get paid homie, we a unit Doin it how a gangsta do it Run through it And stampede the block like bitch Your on the wrong side to be servin your shit (yeah) Jack nigga, Daz and Kurupt the Kingpin Back on the smash with heaters to reclaim the ass (Hook - 2x) (Kurupt) (Daz) Yeah nigga, half a day gone by Ganstafied, givin' it just livin' my life It's hard to survive Without grabbin' my 9, and pump 5-50-5 45, Milli Mack eleven Gunshots non stop to funk pop Then pop baby glocks (Homie you ridin or not?) Me and the homies are the first to bust And y'all cowards dyin' tryna be like us Gangsta (Daz) (Kurupt) With three mouths to feed, it's the life I lead I guess I'd die in the life of greed Mothafuckas 'round here die to bleed For set, joints nigga or half a key I remember when I came up Niggas ranged up, some Crip'd up Some niggas flamed up Crossed your name out, stragg'd my name up (Quick to thow the gang up) What up?! (Yeah!) I guess I'm blessed with the gift of rap Or I'll bless you with the gift of crap Like that, White and Black, Mexican and Jap Homeboy do anything fo' a scrap (Kurupt) Mark up yo hood like this, anybody killa DPGC fuck y'all niggas Deep inside we feel like fuck y'all hood Hell nah bitch nigga it ain't all to the good (Hook - 3x) (Kurupt - Over the 3rd Hook) Yeah that's what's wrong with y'all niggas Yeah homie, you gotta get ya hustle on Don't let these bitch niggas move you of the block The gangstas is here fo'eva, Yeah, huh, huh, yeah Dat Nigga Daz, Kurupt the Kingpin Daz Dillinger, Kurupt Young Gotti Huh, '99 millenium 2000 Like fuck a bitch! Put it on the catalogs homie Classics