Party Outside - Mistah F.A.B., Keak Da Sneak

Straight Town shit mane, you know how we do it mane

Oakland, California baby, welcome to the Bay

League of Starz

Trend on the beat

Middle fingers up, fuck a dress code (Fuck a dress code)

Security trippin' nigga let’s go (Let's go)

It’s more crackin' out here anyway

I’m bringin' back the parking lot pimpin' mane

If we can’t get in the club, we’ll party outside

If we can’t get in the club, we’ll party outside

If we can’t get in the club, we’ll party outside

And if the cops don’t come, we’ll party all night

Bitch mangler, Hillside strangler

For the sure shot, dice lot, young dangler

On the one when I drop it, middle finger up

No switch hittin' although mothafuckas changin' up

Mobbin' bangin' up, not bouncin' out

Knowadamean, kn’what I’m sayin', know what I’m talkin' 'bout

Out here damn it, we ain’t comin' in

Party outside, it’s the more mean team and friends

The king and the, never hit the ratchet

But, when that thang bang, I never miss

Make it in a parking spot, pimpin' in a parking lot

Max turned up, burned up, boy kinda hot

The function don’t start 'til we come through

And I ain’t goin' in if all my niggas ain’t gettin' through

Punk shit don’t flower me

No searchin' a nigga and my youngins ain’t got ID

Middle fingers up, fuck a dress code (Fuck a dress code)

Security trippin' nigga let’s go (Let's go)

It’s more crackin' out here anyway

I’m bringin' back the parking lot pimpin' mane

If we can’t get in the club, we’ll party outside

If we can’t get in the club, we’ll party outside

If we can’t get in the club, we’ll party outside

And if the cops don’t come, we’ll party all night

What you mean, bruh?

A nigga like me really can’t get in the club?

(For real?)

Trippin' like that on a hat, nigga, what?

(Serious?)

Man, all this shit over a punk ass dub (Twenty dollars)

Security be actin' like a ho (You a ho)

You already know what I’ma do where I’ma go

Nigga fuck that club, we’ll party outside

DJ Fabby Davis, six 12s in my ride

On the pavement, it’s me and my mens

Do the Caveman, that old Mac Dre dance

We’ve been out back with the groupies and the stars

We’ve been in the front with the thugs and the cars

Ain’t been in the yard, but I fucks with the mafia (Ayy)

In the parking lot, this shit poppin' bruh

In the parking lot, where it’s sparking hot

My niggas still blow grapes, nigga dark or not

Middle fingers up, fuck a dress code (Fuck a dress code)

Security trippin' nigga let’s go (Let's go)

It’s more crackin' out here anyway

I’m bringin' back the parking lot pimpin' mane

If we can’t get in the club, we’ll party outside

If we can’t get in the club, we’ll party outside

If we can’t get in the club, we’ll party outside

And if the cops don’t come, we’ll party all night