When We Came to the Can (feat. Calliope Bub) - Boosie Badazz & Webbie

We came here to party (rock!) We didnt come here to fight I said: "Grab ourselves a bottle" A toast to the good life Just 'cause a guy got a suit and a tie don't mean he gonna text ya Just 'cause I walk with a limp like an old school pimp don't mean I slept But if you wanna talk tough and you wanna puff up then I might just have to But I ain't come here to crack his mouth, I came here to rock the house Yeah, I get crazy and wild anything for the fans to make them smile Goose, girls, that's for sell, if you think I'm a fag then you winner now But you know what comes in to show, we protect ourselves and the ones we love Stay at home, sit and judge, or celebrate life and hit the club Everybody just wants to feel good Your mud might happen with heels on the hood Often times we can misunderstood Tonight. (Tonight) We came here to party (rock!) We didn't come here to fight I said: "Grab ourselves a bottle" A toast to the good life They call... you's a politician They call me superfly I'm always with two bitches You go to church tithe, I grew up with them screeches You on your piece adjust, I sip that g's juice We both get a lot attention in the press You spelling books and wanna be the president We spelling hooks and the flow is heaven synch We both hustling, so why we tossling? Everybody just wants to feel good Your mud might happen with heels on the hood Often times we can misunderstood Tonight. (Tonight) We came here to party (rock!) We didn't come here to fight I said: "Grab ourselves a bottle" A toast to the good life We came here to party (rock!) We didn't come here to fight I said: "Grab ourselves a bottle" A toast to the good life I came here to rock the house I came here to rock the house I came here to rock the house I came here to rock the house I came here to rock the house I came here to rock the house I came here to rock the house I came here to rock the house Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock the house Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock the house Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock the house Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock the house Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock the house Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock the house Rock, rock, rock, rock, rock the house We came here to party (rock!) We didn't come here to fight I said: "Grab ourselves a bottle" A toast to the good life

We've been driving all round Singing songs way too loud because we wanna Picking up all our friends Fill up the car 'til it bursts because we wanna, we wanna Yeah we just wanna have fun, the trunk's full of wine We're gonan stay up, have the time of our lives The night is still young, don't need anybody else We came to party all night long and we don't need no chaperone We don't need nobody's attention, yeah we just wanna dance on our own We came to party all night long, let's sing along to every song We don't need nobody's attention, don't need nobody else in our zone We can hustle as we go Where we dance where no one knows, just how we want it (we want it) Going left, going right Doesn't matter tonight, just how we want it, we want it Yeah, we just wanna have fun, the trunk's full of wine We're gonna stay up, have the time of our lives The night is still young, don't need anybody else We came to party all night long and we don't need no chaperone We don't need nobody's attention, yeah we just wanna dance on our own We came to party all night long, let's sing along to every song We don't nobody's attention, we don't need nobody else in our zone

I remember we was wilin' My first half of SP but this was way before the mob Everybody got a rock Tryin' to prove like a mutherfucker Try me I've popped (I've stopped) We been on the Henny fucked up This was when I was skinny and fucked up Nigga cluckin' for blood, get fucked up Memphis grisly, nigga we fucked up You remember that December when they ran with the money Baltimore tryin' to sue us, niggas playing with the money Went to war had a lot of niggas running Behind bars like a boss, how I'm coming Cancer hit I got scars on my stomach I remember all the nights you was stressing 'bout your momma Made me pick the phone up and call my motherfucking momma And say "I love you momma" We was young and fucked up in the head Drinkin' from the river if you fuckin' with my bread Had a little money, but we living in the red Living in the red, meaning we ain't got it like we said, keep it real wit' it Remember we first got a deal, nigga And you dropped "bad bitch" gave me "that shit is real nigga?" I was still in the field with 'em You was telling' me to quit, I was telling you to rap I was walking through the mob with a strap 10 chains on, I wasn't going for the jet Beefin' in the city where the niggas, they attack Boozie Badazz' boys bigger than his rap Remember when I told you I was going to the can You like man, my man, you going to the can I felt in your hug, in your hands Told you I'll be back in a minute Left the street, now I'm up in penitentiary And I'm hearing all these pussy niggas hating Saying damn, Boosie shit, Webbie going crazy We all going through it, pussy nigga stop hating Well I told 'em, I remember Remember they ran up in your house, got your bag, nigga Same time I was beefing with these rap niggas You had twins, they was beautiful as ever "Be a dad," what I told you in the letter I remain the same, how I ended in the end I'm always preaching game, nigga you don't need to drink Then you go preaching game, nigga you don't need to sing Why you drinking Henny, nigga why you selling Bourbon Where it did, well you must be fucking with his nerves Can't you burn these CDs, we gon' stomp you on the curb In that Monte Carlo when we first start to swerve Me, you and ball-head in the car full of herb Then we getting to it, now we fighting like some girls Who gon' drop first, nigga acting like some girl Never went to Church, man could said it was turnt Miss one night of pussy nigga, they be burnt Man we thug life for real pussy nigga, you be burnt When we was kids, we just wanted our turn In the hospital, me and you don't learn Steady as in God give us one more turn I remember, Webbie