DJ Quik — We Still Party Live

[Verse 1] It's time for somebody to take over the West Coast power with fly style And I'm the one Been here for years, check your files 'Cause I'm the type of nigga with a strong desire To nutt up, light a torch, and set the world on fire See me bouncin' in my 'Vette Doin' donuts in the middle of Reseda with Rosarita Tryin' to find some place to eat her 'Cause I'm freaky with a capital F I'll beat up your little pocket pita 'til there ain't nothing left I'm nasty You see, we, gets better when you think we hot And we got more cheddar than they think we got You see, we make the kinda money that when we withdrawal They notify the feds 'cause it's too much, y'all What you call a stash, we call it petty cash Spend five or six figures a month, ain't left a gash Party all night, and we drink all day Drink Corona X for breakfast then I'm ready to play I still like 'em green-eyed, big ol' titties and thighs Big ol' nigga, little heart, and I'm big at the shots So shoot your game, baby girl, don't be scared to take a pet You never know, it just might get you wet That's what we talkin' 'bout [Chorus] We still party (I can't hear y'all), we gets high Sometimes we don't feel grown-up and that's no lie (Are y'all having a good time?) So we party (Yes), 'til we die (Yes) 'Cause life is much too short for you to not be fly That's what's happenin' (Give it to me right here, Deitch) [Verse 2] Now whether or not I be drunk off a gallon a Moët I can still make the beats stink like some salmon croquette Go to the hood and get all the kids that I can fit In a limo, take 'em to the store and buy 'em some shit Give 'em a demo of my new shit 'cause it's the shit And I let 'em know that they the shit And they can make hits too 'cause it ain't shit I gotta keep the cycle goin' Baby doll, whichever way that they be blowin', I'm goin' Higher than a motherfucker, Mr. Dante Come on, B, back me up each and every day Whether it's hot, whether it's cold Whether it's soft, whether it's bold Whether it's new, whether it's old Whether it's GOLD, or platinum, I'm stackin' 'em Dante, baby doll, we be fly Freestylin' like a motherfucker, don't ask why 'Cause this ain't Budweiser "BUD", "WEIS", "ER" "Did you see the, thighs on her?" We nastier then a motherfucker, baby doll Can I freak your shit, and, break your sugar walls down? To the compound? Bringin' up the elements, feel my elephant Hollywood [Chorus] We still party (Can't hear y'all), we gets high (You're doin' it for TV) Sometimes we don't feel grown-up and that's no lie (Yes) So we party (We gotta do it), 'til we die 'Cause life is much too short for you to not be fly That's what's happenin' [Spoken Interlude] Now break it down See, this is the time where we bring the music real low I don't like this microphone feedback Byron, if y'all could make your mark Just turn me down a little bit, I'll push if I have to You see, this song right here was made partially out of stress Because I lost my big homie Top Dog when I did this record That's my nigga, rest in peace Now, I thought that hurted But I didn't understand what pain was until Black Tone and Suga Free introduced me to this young cat named Mausberg I got the chance to record him, and we did some hot shit Then on July 4th, 2000, 2001, one of them I got this call, like, 2 o'clock in the morning, like "Nigga, Mausberg is dead" So, I'm like, "What you mean 'dead'? He ain't comin' to the studio tomorrow?" They like, "No, nigga, he dead" And that let me know that sometimes the streets can be a little bit to wretched And y'all need to control y'all motherfuckin' guns, homeboys 'Cause y'all killed a good nigga, whoever did that shit You ain't always gotta answer your problems with a pistol Because, most of the times, some of y'all don't shoot straight And you end up hittin' a little girl playing with her little doll babies That shit ain't cool, you know what I'm sayin' She fuckin' with Dora the Explorer and get hit with a bullet in her neck This don't make no sense I'm not gon' keep it here, we gon' go up And we gon' dedicate this to all the dead homies, the Rest in Peaces Including Mausberg Let's give these niggas theirs Let's show the world that we still know how to party and have a good time Are y'all ready? Rest in peace to all your dead homies Put a P-Funk in the air for your dead homies We gon' bring this shit back and sing, everybody in the house (That's what's happenin') Come on [Chorus] We still party (What we do for them?), we gets high (What you do for your dead homies?) Sometimes we don't feel grown-up and that's no lie So we party, 'til we die (Why?) 'Cause life is much too short for you to not be fly That's what's happenin' We still party, we gets high (Louder) Sometimes we don't feel grown-up and that's no lie So we party, 'til we die 'Cause life is much too short for you to not be fly That's what's happenin' [Refrain] Verbs, that's what's happenin' Verbs, that's what's happenin' [Outro] We love y'all, too I wish Suga Free was here God bless Mausberg That's out, y'all Go get y'all some drinks back at the bar We out