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Somebody running outside, yelling 18 Somebody running outside, yelling 18 Somebody running outside, yelling 18 Somebody running outside, yelling 18 Somebody running outside, yelling 187, 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 Boys In 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 Songtexte Somebody raining outside, yelling 187, 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, RIP to my Jeeper 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 played 'til they get they bodies verified by their mothers Somebody raining outside, yelling 187, 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? Aus Songtexte Mania