Uzis and Grenades - The Game, Lorine Chia

Somebody running outside, yelling 187

Somebody running outside, yelling 18

Somebody running outside, yelling 18

Somebody running outside, yelling 18

Somebody running outside, yelling 187

Aye where the party at?

When the drug dealers and the fiends outside all day

Where the party at?

Uzis and grenades, we flocking handguns

If you want it, you can come and get some

If you got it, you can pay the ransom

Where the party at?

In the Bentley truck talking on my Nokia

I be selling out the Nokia

Got twins if you know Tia, then you know Kia

Balling bitches ride Benz’s, nigga, no gears

On my way to the lip, bumping on a lid

With a bitch that look like Pia Mia, nigga you should see her

Head like Sia, diamonds in her ear

Sipping brandy, plus the money long like Nia

And I feel like that went over your head

And I don’t think you understood what I said

See Brandy was Nia Long’s name in «Boyz n the Hood»

Translation: dope boy in the hood

Get the packages out, the fiends is running the Rams is back

The Rams still go, the niggas getting jacked

The cops is circling, niggas is murdering

Dead bodies everywhere, that’s just Compton nigga

Somebody running outside, yelling 187

Aye, where the party at?

When the drug dealers and the fiends outside all day

Where the party at?

Uzis and grenades, we flocking handguns

If you want it, you can come and get some

If you got it, you can pay the ransom

Where the party at?

Riding with a G bitch, smoking on a G stick

In a G wagon, I’m always on some G shit

Used to be in G rides, bumping Warren G shit

Used to be in G5s, now I’m in the G6

Used to be in GRs, now I’m with some G-Stars

Couple G’s in every pocket, sitting where the G’s are

Used to be in UG Village with my G ma

Hand on the Jesus, RIP to my G-Pa

See life is up and down like a seesaw

And everybody working tryna get they RiRi off

You got pregnant teens and absent fathers

Outta town niggas they clapped regardless

It’s a trap for the young

If you ever answer wrong when they ask where you from

And niggas gotta watch them colors

They say banging played 'til they get they bodies verified by their mothers

Somebody running outside, yelling 187

Aye, where the party at?

When the drug dealers and the fiends outside all day

Where the party at?

Uzis and grenades, we flocking handguns

If you want it, you can come and get some

If you got it, you can pay the ransom

Where the party at?