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(feat. O.G. Playboy) [Payaso] Flip the switch in the 6-2 Chevy rag With the blue bandana, that's my flag Creased up, I got to represent tight There's a gangster party in the hood tonight Hit up the dopeman Have the chronic listo Dip to the liquor store, three cases of pisto Got to give it up to the riders on these blocks Homie, make your money Fool, fuck the cops Cause those punk lops wanna see us all in the pen Get swoll, hit parole, hit the streets again Chrome twenty inch rims hittin' three-wheel motion With O.G. Playboy, fool we're straight westcoastin' [Chorus: Fingazz] Gangsta... Gangsta... Gangsta party [x4] [O.G. Playboy] Playboy ripping on a song with Payaso SongtexteSippin' some Coronas while I'm contemplating my flow The pad's full of smoke So you knowing that we all slow Six in the morning about the time that we all go Its about time that we hit you with some new shit Low Profile on collabo with the Dukes Click And we all drunk Smoking so we all high Southern California, Low Pro, so we all ride The house be jumpin', the party be crackin' Your ladies be cackin', we stackin', so you know we mackin' Come on And I'm a play this so you know I'm attackin' I'm the G you heard of I be makin' it happen Come on [Chorus] [Payaso] Where my homies at? Where my riders at? Throw up your gang signs and grab your straps Ghetto platinum plaques From the heat we drop Its six in the morning and that party don't stop That's the way true riders ride Put your hands in the air Wave from side to side Who gives a fuck if the roof's on fire Grab the weed so we can all get higher Roll it up and pass me the lighter San Diego and the Inland Empire S.G.V. to Los We represent the most It's a gangster party, so let's have a toast [Chorus] Aus Songtexte Mania