Uzis and Grenades Songtext
von The Game
Uzis and Grenades Songtext
Somebody running outside, yelling 1-8-7
Somebody running outside, yelling 1-8
Somebody running outside, yelling 1-8
Somebody running outside, yelling 1-8
Somebody running outside, yelling 1-8-7
Aye, where the party at?
When the drug dealers and the fiends outside all day
Where the party at?
Uzis and grenades, we flocking handguns
If you want it, you can come and get some
If you got it, you can pay the ransom
Where the party at?
In the Bentley truck talking on my Nokia
I be selling out the Nokia
Got twins if you know Tia, then you know Kia
Balling bitches ride Benz′s, nigga, no gears
On my way to the lip, bumping on a lid
With a bitch that look like Pia Mia, nigga you should see her
Head like Sia, diamonds in her ear
Sipping brandy, plus the money long like Nia
And I feel like that went over your head
And I don't think you understood what I said
See Brandy was Nia Long′s name in "Boyz n the Hood"
Translation, dope boy in the hood
Get the packages out, the fiends is running the Rams is back
The Rams still go, the niggas getting jacked
The cops is circling, niggas is murdering
Dead bodies everywhere, that's just Compton nigga
Somebody running outside, yelling 1-8-7
Aye, where the party at?
When the drug dealers and the fiends outside all day
Where the party at?
Uzis and grenades, we flocking handguns
If you want it, you can come and get some
If you got it, you can pay the ransom
Where the party at?
Riding with a G bitch, smoking on a G stick
In a G-Wagon, I'm always on some G shit
Used to be in G rides, bumping Warren G shit
Used to be in G5s, now I′m in the G6
Used to be in GRs, now I′m with some G-Stars
Couple G's in every pocket, sitting where the G′s are
Used to be in UG Village with my G-Ma
Hand on the Jesus, R.I.P. to my G-Pa
See life is up and down like a seesaw
And everybody working tryna get they RiRi off
You got pregnant teens and absent fathers
Outta town niggas, they clapped regardless
It's a trap for the young
If you ever answer wrong when they ask where you from
And niggas gotta watch them colors
They say banging is played ′til they get they bodies verified by their mothers
Somebody running outside, yelling 1-8-7
Aye, where the party at?
When the drug dealers and the fiends outside all day
Where the party at?
Uzis and grenades, we flocking handguns
If you want it, you can come and get some
If you got it, you can pay the ransom
Where the party at?
Somebody running outside, yelling 1-8
Somebody running outside, yelling 1-8
Somebody running outside, yelling 1-8
Somebody running outside, yelling 1-8-7
Aye, where the party at?
When the drug dealers and the fiends outside all day
Where the party at?
Uzis and grenades, we flocking handguns
If you want it, you can come and get some
If you got it, you can pay the ransom
Where the party at?
In the Bentley truck talking on my Nokia
I be selling out the Nokia
Got twins if you know Tia, then you know Kia
Balling bitches ride Benz′s, nigga, no gears
On my way to the lip, bumping on a lid
With a bitch that look like Pia Mia, nigga you should see her
Head like Sia, diamonds in her ear
Sipping brandy, plus the money long like Nia
And I feel like that went over your head
And I don't think you understood what I said
See Brandy was Nia Long′s name in "Boyz n the Hood"
Translation, dope boy in the hood
Get the packages out, the fiends is running the Rams is back
The Rams still go, the niggas getting jacked
The cops is circling, niggas is murdering
Dead bodies everywhere, that's just Compton nigga
Somebody running outside, yelling 1-8-7
Aye, where the party at?
When the drug dealers and the fiends outside all day
Where the party at?
Uzis and grenades, we flocking handguns
If you want it, you can come and get some
If you got it, you can pay the ransom
Where the party at?
Riding with a G bitch, smoking on a G stick
In a G-Wagon, I'm always on some G shit
Used to be in G rides, bumping Warren G shit
Used to be in G5s, now I′m in the G6
Used to be in GRs, now I′m with some G-Stars
Couple G's in every pocket, sitting where the G′s are
Used to be in UG Village with my G-Ma
Hand on the Jesus, R.I.P. to my G-Pa
See life is up and down like a seesaw
And everybody working tryna get they RiRi off
You got pregnant teens and absent fathers
Outta town niggas, they clapped regardless
It's a trap for the young
If you ever answer wrong when they ask where you from
And niggas gotta watch them colors
They say banging is played ′til they get they bodies verified by their mothers
Somebody running outside, yelling 1-8-7
Aye, where the party at?
When the drug dealers and the fiends outside all day
Where the party at?
Uzis and grenades, we flocking handguns
If you want it, you can come and get some
If you got it, you can pay the ransom
Where the party at?
Writer(s): Jayceon Taylor, Stanley Benton, Uforo Ebong, Cash Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
