Jiggs & Berg285 - Gangsta Party Lyrics

Picture perfect, man picture Mr. Perfect
Playin' daddy to these skirts
When a perk a leave em skirtless
Can't spare a huncho on me
With my motherf*ckin' homie
Iceberg, white furs, like birds with nice curves
This that gangsta shit they wanna hear
This that run a 50 up, won't touch it for another year
Run about a quarter million up and then you disappear
F*ck the summer and the city up, know we ain't playin' fair
You niggas better stand clear
What that man fear? Not shit
Like baby boy, I'ma test your jaw, just stand there, do not flinch
Like The Matrix, nigga, dodge this
Marcus showed me how to whip like stand there and watch this
My papa taught me how to fish, cause handouts was not it
She's salivating at the scent on me
Sincerely, these niggas cinnamon
Have them send her from the Dominican Republic
I can't touch it, ain't no pape involved, f*ck it
You a buster, better tuck it
Take your chain and probably flush it
In a bucket, chasing duckets
Bumpin' dusted and disgusted
All that fussin', where your musket
Left him musty, I don't trust it
Question, nigga, where your GPass
Pulled up with some E&J, gone with your cheap ass
I done probably made a thousand plays before the week passed
We done packed your lil' buddy up and let the weed pass
Gone with your sweet ass
We ain't tryna hear that bullshit, yo off beat ass
Runnin' with some full bred pits, yo off breed ass
F*ck about the dollar value, nigga
Know I keep cash, mad with his I can't eat ass
See, the problem is, they don't know what a problem is
Throw a penny in a pond and find out where his partner live
Stepped up out a pile of shit, lofts is how I politic
Polyester Prada eating pasta like a mobster, shit
We the faces of the trenches
Nigga grew up with the lesser
Now I'm a felon about this cheddar
G.I.P. to all them members
Hate my dog had made the header
Thought them racks would make it better
Big ole C and seventh letter
What the f*ck I look like letting up
Heard them niggas stuck in a recession
Ain't affectin' us
See that hoe gone be the death of you
That bitch a pest to us
We ain't stressin' shit
We welcome problems
Ain't neglectin' much
A Que wouldn't even step to us
Question us
Them niggas on that midget again
Jiggs and Berg, boy, we did it again
Uh, Let's Hoop