Rock Die Party (feat. Mario Winans) Lyrics

[Intro] Yellow City, yea.. Benzino, yea Yellow Man, yea.. Young Hef, yea (that's what they call me) Yellow City, yea (that's where I'm from) Benzino, yea (my nigga) Young Hef, yea - c'mon rock [Verse: Benzino] Checkin' in the closet for my blue Velour suit Piping all around it wit the matchin' Timb boots Hop up in the wagon wit the 20 inch shoes on... (ohh) Riding down the street wit a twenty G stack Shorty paging me saying "Zino where you at?" Look up in the mirror 5-0 up on my back it's [sirens] uh ohh Pull up in the spot smoking in the parking lot Everybody having fun niggas don't stop Pray to God that I don't have to let the guns pop it's... [gunshot] Maybe all the ladies wanna chill wit Benz and Hef Pushing up the bottle 'til there's no more Henny left Step it up to Louie now let's see what happens next... yo [Chorus (2x)] We gon' throw the party - rock the party Then drink Bakardi - freak somebody Then leave the party to the after party y'all... (ohh) [Verse: Benzino] Lookin' at the shorty wit the Frankie B. Jeans Thong hangin' out, butterfly belly ring Butter leather boots with the tassles that's mean... (ohh) Got up on that ass when she came up in the door Rock it to the beat then we took it to the floor DJ in the club spinnin' record back and forth {*scratching*} People going hard cause you know the mood is right Everybody screaming like they at a Tyson fight Young Hef in the back wit a dime lookin' tight, oh-my, ohhh Hit the sour diesel mami bouncin' on my lap VIP crowded so I take it to the back Up in the coat room where you find Zino at, and Mario too Yo (now everybody just) [Chorus (2x)] [Verse: Benzino] 5 in the morning more drinks at the crib Whatchu waitin' for? mami get your ass in! Hop up in the coupe, girls riding wit my friend "Y-y-y-y-yo, y'all follow us, follow us" Rollin' through the city wit the CD on blast Pull up at the mansion had to dip up in the stash (yea) Scene lookin' sexy shorty got a fat ass, oh-my-God Step up in the place everybody gettin' wet Sweatin' on the floor dancin' like they havin' sex Poppin' Champagne taking bottles to the neck, uh uh uh, yea (c'mon) Lookin' at my Jacob it's about that time Suns comin' up bout to close the blinds (yea) This is how we do almost everyday Now meet me upstairs wit Courvoisier, yo [Chorus (2x)] [Bridge (2x)] What is a party if it don't rock? We just gon' proceed to make it hot A Yellow City party no it don't stop We gon' rock... C'MON!! [Chorus (to fade)]