[Verse 1: Reese One]
They say Maurice ain't fun
I been a grumpy motherf*cker since I was 21
It ain't that, its just your party's be wack
I'm from an era my n*gga, where everything used to crack
And now you walk up in the club, it's a motherf*cking dud
Be some super bad b*tches giving love to these scrubs
And the music don't hit all motherf*cking night with that Cash Money bullsh*t
Dude I'm grown and I'm half way rich I can party at home
I got a myriad of hoes on this here iPhone
That will get on that E-40 and come jump my bones
So Imma hit up my n*gga's and hit up these b*tches
Here's a thousand dollars buy some drank and sh*t to mix it
And call my n*gga Midget, tell him we need drugs
Tell 'em bring a combo pack Imma spend a couple bucks
[Hook: Reese One]
You are cordially invited by Trouble and Killer Reese
To a party on the westside, right by the beach
It's a stone f*cking groove, everything is on me
Got a lot of sh*t to smoke, got a lot of sh*t to drink
You are cordially invited by Trouble and Killer Reese
To a party on the westside, right by the beach
Got a lot of sh*t to eat, choice cut meats
And I can walk around 'n down, with no shirt and bare feet
[Verse 2: Reese One]
One of the best b*tches you ever seen
Is a back-up player, third string on this team
You be picking at the pick through
I party with the pus*y that you n*gga's can't get to
We don't pass around tramps
We ain't kids, ain't gone be no double f*cking in the camp
If you touch one of my friends and then come try to slurp me
Then you the type of b*tch that will slide a n*gga herpes
And you the type of b*tch that I don't be around
I don't know who brought this clown but tell your friend to sit down
She killing off my high and tearing up my bud
She is uncivilized and she belongs in a club
[Hook]
You are cordially invited by Trouble and Killer Reese
To a party on the westside, right by the beach
It's a stone f*cking groove, everything is on me
Got a lot of sh*t to smoke, got a lot of sh*t to drink
You are cordially invited by Trouble and Killer Reese
To a party on the westside, right by the beach
Got a lot of sh*t to eat, choice cut meats
And I can walk around 'n down, with no shirt and bare feet
[Verse 3: Reese One]
Ain't no last call, ain't no dress code
Ain't no as*h*le, saying the list closed
Ain't no bar tab with three damn zeros
I ain't bout to spend that on you negros
Ain't no last call, ain't no dress code
Ain't no as*h*le, saying the list closed
Ain't no bar tab with three damn zeros
I ain't bout to waste that, I'm on the West
[Hook]
You are cordially invited by Trouble and Killer Reese
To a party on the westside, right by the beach
It's a stone f*cking groove, everything is on me
Got a lot of sh*t to smoke, got a lot of sh*t to drink
You are cordially invited by Trouble and Killer Reese
To a party on the westside, right by the beach
Got a lot of sh*t to eat, choice cut meats
And I can walk around 'n down, with no shirt and bare feet