Dr. Dre, T.I. - Shit Popped Off lyrics

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

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

At the crib in LA 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