I Just Wanna Party

[Produced by DJ Mustard] [Hook: YG] Mama ain't raised no fool Daddy told me never leave the house without my tool Grandpa told me never trust a sucka nigga from the street Grandma said she love me and she always praying for me But I just wanna party, I don’t wanna hurt nobody I just wanna party, I don't wanna hurt nobody I just wanna party, I don't wanna hurt nobody But I’ll beat the fuck out of a nigga, why you bullshittin'? [Verse 1: YG] I'm drunk off Hennessy, hope I don't run into my enemies That dark liquor give you energy Now I ain't rich, but I'm finna be Your baby mama's a flip, she wanna hit a G (Ahhh shit!) I'm back on that bool shit But she ain't fuckin' and that's bullshit I can't die, I got too much to live for I'm getting money, that's what niggas rob and kill for Fucking with Tenisha and Keisha But when Keisha see Tenisha she gon' whoop her ass All my homies gangbangers They dry their clothes on hangers All these hoes fuckin', but they don't wanna seem like a ho So you gotta hit 'em on the low (hit em' on the D-Low!) West side, get money gang Socked the mouth for trippin', he lost his watch and earrings [Hook] [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q] Nigga, I'm from Hoover Street, dirty pictures in my cellphone On 52nd street I'm well-known Hoover stomp until the cops come Silver satan get the job done Money ain't everything, but still I'm rich Money ain't everything, I'm still gon' crip From Figueroa to Harv Side where we sock on lips We break on jaws, niggas since VCR's, nigga We hop out cars, nigga I be groovin' 'til I die, smokin' weed until I'm fried I could sell a key to God Pants saggin' with the Glock, I ain't wanna pick the box All my homies gangbangers We keep a thumb between our two fingers We trippin' off the Henny So don't let me catch you slippin' in the 50's, Ricky [Hook] [Verse 3: Jay Rock] Nigga, I'm from Bounty Hunters, East Side lunatic Gang bang, slap a bitch I ain't with the extras, I ain't got a stunt double You ain't got no hands so they might let the gun touch you Is you bangin' or you ballin', nigga? You a fax machine, we can't call it, nigga Everybody ain't a friend, reason why I keep a fo' You wanna gamble with your life, bet that on the ten or four, nigga She bouncing that ass, go ahead shake it And if she give me that back, bitch, I'ma break it Shit, that pussy is overrated, some niggas'll chase it She acting like she be nuttin', some bitches are fakin' You fightin', and savin' these hoes, know that you losin' These bitches the reason why some niggas be snoozin' YG, dawg, you heard how they left his brains hanging? Shouldn't have chucked his fingers up if he ain't banging I'm sayin'... [Hook] [Outro] But I'll beat the fuck out of a bitch Why you bullshitting?