Shit Popped Off

[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

Niggas hands in the air, bitches 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 killin 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 damn

Hey is a party, ain't it? Man I don't understand

Why bitches over here, and niggas over there

The atmosphere so square, people so scared

To get up off the wall, and get up off they ass

To walk up on a broad, and get up on her ass"

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 fuck 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 bitches 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]