Party Outside

Lyrics

[Intro] Straight Town shit mane, you know how we do it mane Oakland, California baby, welcome to the Bay League of Starz Trend on the beat [Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.] Middle fingers up, fuck a dress code (Fuck a dress code) Security trippin' nigga let's go (Let's go) It's more crackin' out here anyway I'm bringin' back the parking lot pimpin' mane If we can't get in the club, we'll party outside If we can't get in the club, we'll party outside If we can't get in the club, we'll party outside And if the cops don't come, we'll party all night [Verse 1: Keak da Sneak] Bitch mangler, Hillside strangler For the sure shot, dice lot, young dangler On the one when I drop it, middle finger up No switch hittin' although mothafuckas changin' up Mobbin' bangin' up, not bouncin' out Knowadamean, kn'what I'm sayin', know what I'm talkin' 'bout Out here damn it, we ain't comin' in Party outside, it's the more mean team and friends The king and the [?], never hit the ratchet But, when that thang bang, I never miss Make it in a parking spot, pimpin' in a parking lot Max turned up, burned up, boy kinda hot The function don't start 'til we come through And I ain't goin' in if all my niggas ain't gettin' through Punk shit don't flower me No searchin' a nigga and my youngins ain't got ID [Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.] Middle fingers up, fuck a dress code (Fuck a dress code) Security trippin' nigga let's go (Let's go) It's more crackin' out here anyway I'm bringin' back the parking lot pimpin' mane If we can't get in the club, we'll party outside If we can't get in the club, we'll party outside If we can't get in the club, we'll party outside And if the cops don't come, we'll party all night [Verse 2: Mistah F.A.B.] What you mean, bruh? A nigga like me really can't get in the club? (For real?) Trippin' like that on a hat, nigga, what? (Serious?) Man, all this shit over a punk ass dub (Twenty dollars) Security be actin' like a ho (You a ho) You already know what I'ma do where I'ma go Nigga fuck that club, we'll party outside DJ Fabby Davis, six 12s in my ride On the pavement, it's me and my mens Do the Caveman, that old Mac Dre dance We've been out back with the groupies and the stars We've been in the front with the thugs and the cars Ain't been in the yard, but I fucks with the mafia (Ayy) In the parking lot, this shit poppin' bruh In the parking lot, where it's sparking hot My niggas still blow grapes, nigga dark or not [Chorus: Mistah F.A.B.] Middle fingers up, fuck a dress code (Fuck a dress code) Security trippin' nigga let's go (Let's go) It's more crackin' out here anyway I'm bringin' back the parking lot pimpin' mane If we can't get in the club, we'll party outside If we can't get in the club, we'll party outside If we can't get in the club, we'll party outside And if the cops don't come, we'll party all night