Lyrics

[Hook] See a party ain't a party til the Doc walk in it It's hard to get it started til I hopped off in it Then it got so crunk one minute Since you didn't get to witness, just listen I came in hot, and then I saw As soon as I arrived then the shit popped off The shit popped off It's officially a gangsta party You can leave, man she came to party Then the shit popped off (Alright) The shit popped off (Alright) The shit popped off (Alright) Said the shit popped off Niggas hands in the air, bitches takin' tops off Put the chronic in the air, and the shit popped off The shit popped off [Verse 1: T.I. as Dr. Dre] Late California night, out chillin' I'm Bout to fall up in the club we just killin time Dro blowin', on Patron with a hint of lime 6-4 to the front door with top down Hit the switches, the ignition, then hopped out Crew walked in, shut the whole block down Now, hit the door like "God damn Hey is a party, ain't it? Man I don't understand Why bitches over here, and niggas over there The atmosphere so square, people so scared To get up off the wall, and get up off they ass To walk up on a broad, and get up on her ass" I commandeer the turntable, that's my first mission Because the DJ ain't spinnin' he bullshittin' Go from California Love into Doggystyle Bought out the bar hours, pulled out the starter now [Hook] [Verse 2: T.I.] At the crib in L.A. when the phone ring Pick it up, it's Dr. Dre, sayin' "It's on king" I was on Hen, she was on lean She was on gin, they all on the beam Broads talkin' loud, and all talkin' bout "We tired of sittin' in the house, when we going out?" "Hey, shut the fuck up for a second, where you at Dre? Text the address to me homie I'll be on the the way" I make my way to the closet just for a second Prepare myself to step into the party for a second Check it, AKOO hoodie, blue denim, gray fitted cap Louis rag, hit the stash, grab 50 stacks I tell them bitches come on, get in the Maybach 57S headed straight to where Dre at We pulled up to the spot lookin' like whoa Line wrapped around the corner to the light pole Latin chicks, black broads, couple white hoes Who knows where the night might go, hit the door like Yeah, blinded by the glare of the strobe light See something I like, it's going down on sight [Hook]