[Woodie]nI step into a house partynnCortez's shinin'nnKhakis creased upnnSharper than a diamondnnI wasn't invitednnSo I might be out a placennI'm peepin' the scenennI feel no funknnBut feel the bassnnThey bumpin' some of thatnnNorthern Cali type a shitnnCold World HustlersnnMac Dre and Brotha LynchnnI'm catchin' the vibennThe atmospheres I'm sweatin'nnBut still holdin' the ninennIn case a homie got to bangnnDirections one to onennWhen it comes to the setsnnCuz it just might be fun tonightnnI usually don't expect itnnSee if your wandering eyes glancin' my waynnWho'd a thought out on annSaturday or a FridaynnnnChorus: 2X [Shannon Sanders]nnAlthough it's an off nightnnIt just might turn out rightnnAlthough it's an off nightnnDon't junk it till dawn lightnnnn[Woodie]nnThree choices it appears to mennBut the brunette with the booty is steering mennShe's got them bright green eyesnnProper face, thick thighsnnTits average sizennAll in all she's the prizennI smoothly make my way across the roomnnMy confidence is highnnWith three 40's consumednnHit her with some small talknnThen back off somennIf the conversation stopsnnIt was a false alarmnnShe pursued to chop it upnnAnd asked if I liked to groovennI said, Baby I'm a gangsternnWhen I dance I barley movennSo if that's cool with younnThen fo' sho' lets hit the floornnBut I must admitnnMy specialty's to stop and get lownnnn[Chorus] 2Xnnnn[Woodie]nnThe party's gettin' humidnnAnd the heat I can't bearnnSo baby I'm a got out frontnnAnd get some fresh airnnShe said she'd like to go tonnAnd asked, Is that alright with younnNot a problemnnBut I might just hit the liquor store or twonnMy Lark's down the blocknnAnd since the night's hotnnIf you want, it's convertiblennSo we can drop the topnnRight there I had her caughtnnA fish on a hooknnShe was puddy in my handsnnI could tell by her looknnShe asked if I was a playannI said, That life ain't for mennNorteño from the YocnnNow that's a different storynnShe fell for every wordnnShe was lovin' me no doubtnnTold my homies that I came with younnIt's time I headed outnnTo the Lark, to the store, to my spot, nnTo the soft white imperals on my bednnI'm hittin' skins on and off [not yet]nnSometimes that's the way it goesnnTryin' to get crackin' on the LincolnnnIt's all in the assnnnn[Chorus] 4X n