Goon$

I Live In The World

Where The Haters Talk Shit About You

If You Get Money

Man That Shit Is Ugly

I Found A Few Connects

When I Was Young

Selling Dope Was Never Easy

Man I'm Telling You, I Got Lucky

I Was Up On Alameda

Cruisin' Down The Street

Usually A Pretty Bitch

Up On My Driver Seat

Inhale Exhale

I Hate It When You Lie To Kick It

Bitches Need To Keep It Real

I Give A Fuck How You Feel

I Got Some Dope Money

Then I Went & Paid My Momma's Bills

Notorious Smoked With The Gang

Spit Flows & I Never Say No To A Fade

Zip-Lock Bags Full Of Dro & Some Caine

In My Zone All I Do Is Put Doe In The Bank

Hoes Better Know What I Smoke & I Drank

Extendos & A Half A "O" On The Tray, Lets Roll

Bitches Got My Name Tattoo'd On Em

Thinking That They Got Me On Lock (Never!)

I'm At A Party With A Couple Of Goons

And I'm Hoping That Nobody Get Shot (Get It)

No Party Like A Gangsta Party

No Party Like A Gangsta

No Party Like A Gangsta Party

Ain't No Party Like A Gangsta

I Come From The Gang

Yeah I Come From The Streets

Yeah I Still Get Harassed By The Fucking Police

You Still On The Run

And You Still Getting Guns

You Livin' Like Fuck It

I'm Still Sellin' Drugs

Don't Understand What I Gotta Do

To Make You Understand

All I Had Was A Couple Soups

I Grew Up Kinda Screwed Up

Started Getting Tatted

Everything About Me Blew'd Up

Listening To Wu-Tang, Cash Rules

Money Over Hoes

Even If She Got Me Tattoo'd

Came Back In A All Black Benz's

Its A Trip How I Went

And I Lost A Few Friends

The Evil Amongst A Few Men

I Lost A Few Hoes I Was With

Fuck Em I'm Still Gettin' Bread

I'm Still Gettin' Way Up Ahead

I'mma Fuck With Your Best Friend Instead

You Still Being Watched By The Feds

Bitches Got My Name Tattoo'd On Em

Thinking That They Got Me On Lock (Never!)

I'm At A Party With A Couple Of Goons

And I'm Hoping That Nobody Get Shot (Get It)

No Party Like A Gangsta Party

No Party Like A Gangsta

No Party Like A Gangsta Party

Ain't No Party Like A Gangsta

I Come From The Gang

Yeah I Come From The Streets

Yeah I Still Get Harassed By The Fucking Police

You Still On The Run

And You Still Getting Guns

You Livin' Like Fuck It

I'm Still Sellin' Drugs

Don't Understand What I Gotta Do

To Make You Understand

All I Had Was A Couple Soups

I Grew Up Kinda Screwed Up

Started Getting Tatted

Everything About Me Blew'd Up

Listening To Wu-Tang, Cash Rules

Money Over Hoes

Even If She Got Me Tattoo'd

Came Back In A All Black Benz's

Its A Trip How I Went

And I Lost A Few Friends

The Evil Amongst A Few Men

I Lost A Few Hoes I Was With

Fuck Em I'm Still Gettin' Bread

I'm Still Gettin' Way Up Ahead

I'mma Fuck With Your Best Friend Instead

You Still Being Watched By The Feds

Bitches Got My Name Tattoo'd On Em

Thinking That They Got Me On Lock (Never!)

I'm At A Party With A Couple Of Goons

And I'm Hoping That Nobody Get Shot (Get It)

No Party Like A Gangsta Party

No Party Like A Gangsta

No Party Like A Gangsta Party

Ain't No Party Like A Gangsta