[Intro]

So let's just get this party started now

Uh, yeah

When we drinking out

When we smoking off

When we drinking out

When we smoking off

When we drinking out

Yeah

So let's just get this party started now

[Verse 1]

Deep, deep, deep as the Pacific

I steer through, rag on my rear view

Sound system be snarkin'

Hit it or bring me bone off that stick

And ge-ge-get your coffin

Got these hoes on my dick, nigga (Uh)

Watch me make this .4 flip, nigga

Killer Cali, the love ain't gone

Just shit ain't been the same since Dub been gone (Uh-huh)

Crunkin', square dumpin', chrome under the trunkin'

Hit it, and get the function jumpin'

These on 13s, my shit bumpin'

Smellin' like a fifth of somethin' (Ha-ha)

West up, roll the thing up (Uh), hold a drink up (Come on)

Smoke it up, put some in a cup, niyyap

Lay your chair back, recline the leather

Today gets the get-together (Yeah)

[Chorus]

Relax yourself, let your body be free (Uh-huh)

Don't worry 'bout a thing, bail with Dub C (Doin' my thang)

We got freaks, the meat, meat to eat (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

A whole lot of drink, and a bomb-ass tweed

It's the get-together (What?)

The get-together (Ah-hah)

The get-together (Niyyap)

Let's get together (Hey!)

The get-together (Uh-huh)

The get-together (Huh)

So let's just get this party started now

[Verse 2]

Yeah, the rain, yeah, the drizznip

Niggas better learn; the Zig Zags still gon' burn

We impacts in the park, in the back of the park

Drinkin' light in dark, givin' the middle fingers to NARCs

I know they can't stand us, mad out of riches

The switches, the niggas, some bad bitches (Damn, bitches)

Lookin' like rap stars, and dickies tryna slang low lows to the Japanese for fifty (Ha-ha)

But we ain't got no rap record, we got jail records

And drug ones from two-eleven

And the hot ones cock guns, plot for fun, shootin' dice in the circle full of ni'az for huns

And luxury, as we all trust, but the parking lot lookin' like Toys "R" Us

Came a long way from cutting zones up

Numbers, Louis XIII in Styrofoam cups, ni'a

[Chorus]

Relax yourself, let your body be free (Uh-huh)

Don't worry 'bout a thing, bail with Dub C (Doin' my thang)

We got freaks (Woo), the meat, meat to eat (Uh-huh, uh-huh)

A whole lot of drink, and a bomb-ass tweed

It's the get-together (What?)

The get-together (Ah-hah)

The get-together (Ni'a)

Let's get together (Hey!)

The get-together (Uh-huh)

The get-together (Huh)

So let's just get this party started now