gagsters

(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

Sippin' 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]