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dr. dre - shit popped off lyrics

[hook]
see a party ain’t a party til the doc walk in it
it’s hard to get it started til i hopped off in it
then it got so crunk one minute
since you didn’t get to witness, just listen
i came in hot, and then i saw
as soon as i arrived then the shit popped off
the shit popped off
it’s officially a gangsta party
you can leave, man she came to party
then the shit popped off (alright)
the shit popped off (alright)
the shit popped off (alright)
said the shit popped off
n-gg-s hands in the air, b-tches takin’ tops off
put the chronic in the air, and the shit popped off
the shit popped off

[verse 1: t.i. as dr. dre]
late california night, out chillin’ i’m
bout to fall up in the club we just k!llin time
dro blowin’, on patron with a hint of lime
6-4 to the front door with top down
hit the switches, the ignition, then hopped out
crew walked in, shut the whole block down
now, hit the door like “god d-mn
hey is a party, ain’t it? man i don’t understand
why b-tches over here, and n-gg-s over there
the atmosphere so square, people so scared
to get up off the wall, and get up off they -ss
to walk up on a broad, and get up on her -ss”
i commandeer the turntable, that’s my first mission
because the dj ain’t spinnin’ he bullshittin’
go from california love into doggystyle
bought out the bar hours, pulled out the starter now

[hook]

[verse 2: t.i.]
at the crib in l.a. when the phone ring
pick it up, it’s dr. dre, sayin’ “it’s on king”
i was on hen, she was on lean
she was on gin, they all on the beam
broads talkin’ loud, and all talkin’ bout
“we tired of sittin’ in the house, when we going out?”
“hey, shut the f-ck up for a second, where you at dre?
text the address to me homie i’ll be on the the way”
i make my way to the closet just for a second
prepare myself to step into the party for a second
check it, akoo hoodie, blue denim, gray fitted cap
louis rag, hit the stash, grab 50 stacks
i tell them b-tches come on, get in the maybach
57s headed straight to where dre at
we pulled up to the spot lookin’ like whoa
line wrapped around the corner to the light pole
latin chicks, black broads, couple white hoes
who knows where the night might go, hit the door like
yeah, blinded by the glare of the strobe light
see something i like, it’s going down on sight

[hook]

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