Party Ain't Over
G–Unit Lyrics
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This is the Unit
The mighty mighty mighty Unit
This is how we do it
Ayy (ayy, ayy)
I make the airline and pop to it, N.Y. bop to it
No frontin' here shorty, niggaz know how I do it
Find me trippin', ridin' slow through the back blocks
Red Coupe switchin' lanes, top down, party frame
Diamond rings, diamond chains, diamonds on everythang
Mo' flows, mo' dough, money come, money go
New straps, new clip, stack chips, don't trip
Play playa, go hard, stunt nigga, oh God
Party ain't never over, niggaz hardly ever sober
Different day, same shit, different city, different chick
Show you how I do this shit, you notice how I do it kid
[Tony Yayo]
Bitches recognize when I'm walkin' in
Smokin' that piff, goin' where dolphins swim
44-Colt, that's tossin' him
And that four-do' car is what I'm flossin' in (YEAH!)
I'm in the black, you in the red
You owe your label money, I'm gettin' bread
Can you feel it, feel it? Nothin' can save ya
In my purple tag Polo and neon Gators (break it down now!)
Bitch play cute, I don't get upset
'Til her ass get a facial and a washin' set
I'm in a private jet, but before the deal
Hoes was like, "He's all right, but he's not ill!"
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
You might see me yawnin', four in the mornin'
But the party ain't over
Then it's back to the crib, to cut shorty that's how we on it
The party ain't over
Shorty move like you wanna move, work it shorty
Gon' do what you wan' do, twerk it for me
Now get low, shorty work that back
Now get low, yeah just like that
Now get low
[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, they love it when I pop round, doors up, top down
Seat back, keep that, motherfuckin' glock round
Nigga this is my town, my block, my crown
My sound, peace to my niggaz on lockdown
They don't really want that, they know we get it poppin'
Six-four droppin', you still window shoppin'
I'm ridin' round rockin', knockin', Rakim
Slick Rick, Rick James; big stack, big chains
I'm so sicker, the flow liquor, you're broke nigga
I toast with ya - if ya got a cup
Hold your fuckin' bottle up, I really want a model but
You can get behind the truck, if you swallow nut
I'm just playin', unless you goin' do it
You put your back into it, the rest is all fluid
Don't pull that thing out unless you gon' use it
Ain't nobody bleedin', I guess it's all music
[Young Buck]
Shawty the kush still burnin', Aston Martin wheel turnin'
Higher than Mount Vernon, the passenger she German
Bottles is still poppin', clubs is still rockin'
Feds is still watchin', but fiends is still shoppin'
I got vitamin water money like I signed a deal
How would you feel if you niggaz just got 400 mil' (like me)
My bad bitch do her thang in her Vera Wang
She let me have a brain, I let her wear my chain
I'm on the plane smokin' on that Mary Jane
Listenin' to Trina while she run game on Lil' Wayne
My Ten-a-ki' timepiece shinin' like a light bulb
David Brown t-shirt, dressed just like a thug
[Chorus]
In G-Unit's song "Party Ain't Over", the lyrics describe the party scene and the lifestyle of the members of G-Unit. 50 Cent raps about living extravagantly, making money and having the power, riding through the city streets slowly with his gat, and enjoying the company of beautiful women. Tony Yayo talks about not getting upset with women who play games, traveling with his private jet, and having a purple tag Polo and neon Gators. Lloyd Banks raps about his top down car, big stacks and chains, and wanting a model but being content with anyone who swallows. Finally, Young Buck boasts about his wealth, relationships, and high-end fashion.
The lyrics of the song portray the lavish lifestyle of rappers, with excessive drinking and smoking, expensive fashion, luxury cars, and beautiful women. At the same time, the song also emphasizes the importance of living life to the fullest, working hard, and taking advantage of the opportunities that come your way. Despite being a party song, "Party Ain't Over" encourages listeners to enjoy life to the fullest and strive towards their goals.
Line by Line Meaning
This is the Unit
We are G-Unit
The mighty mighty mighty Unit
We are a powerful force
This is how we do it
This is our style
I make the airline and pop to it, N.Y. bop to it
I make catchy music that people enjoy dancing to in NY
No frontin' here shorty, niggaz know how I do it
I'm not trying to deceive anyone, people already recognize and appreciate me
For the paper let the gat pop, jackpot
I will use my gun if necessary to protect my earnings
Find me trippin', ridin' slow through the back blocks
I cruise around slowly and cautiously through dangerous areas
Red Coupe switchin' lanes, top down, party frame
I drive a fancy car with a retractable roof for a lavish nightlife
Diamond rings, diamond chains, diamonds on everythang
I flaunt my wealth through expensive jewelry
Mo' flows, mo' dough, money come, money go
I have a constant stream of money coming in and going out
New straps, new clip, stack chips, don't trip
I'm always prepared with new weapons and money saved up, so I don't worry about anything
Play playa, go hard, stunt nigga, oh God
I enjoy the playboy lifestyle with a carefree attitude and relish my role as an intimidating person
Party ain't never over, niggaz hardly ever sober
The fun never stops and I'm usually not sober
Different day, same shit, different city, different chick
Every day is the same, with new locations and women
Show you how I do this shit, you notice how I do it kid
I will demonstrate my style and you'll see that it's worthy of recognition
Bitches recognize when I'm walkin' in
Women notice and are attracted to my appearance and swagger
Smokin' that piff, goin' where dolphins swim
I'm smoking marijuana and having fun with exotic experiences
44-Colt, that's tossin' him
I have a powerful gun and will use it if necessary
And that four-do' car is what I'm flossin' in (YEAH!)
I'm driving a flashy four-door car to show off my wealth
I'm in the black, you in the red
I'm in the positive financially, while others are in debt
You owe your label money, I'm gettin' bread
You're in debt to your music label, while I'm making money
Can you feel it, feel it? Nothin' can save ya
I'm unstoppable and you can't escape me
In my purple tag Polo and neon Gators (break it down now!)
I dress in luxury labels like purple Polo and attention-grabbing neon alligator shoes
Bitch play cute, I don't get upset
I won't get angry at a woman who is playing hard to get
'Til her ass get a facial and a washin' set
I will continue trying until she gives in to me
I'm in a private jet, but before the deal
I fly on a private plane but was not always wealthy
Hoes was like, "He's all right, but he's not ill!"
I was not highly respected by women before being wealthy, but now they appreciate me more
You might see me yawnin', four in the mornin'
You might see me tired at 4am
But the party ain't over
But we're still partying
Then it's back to the crib, to cut shorty that's how we on it
Then we go home to have sex, which is our style
Shorty move like you wanna move, work it shorty
Dance however you feel like dancing, and show off your body
Gon' do what you wan' do, twerk it for me
Do whatever you feel like doing, and dance suggestively for me
Now get low, shorty work that back
Now crouch down and move your buttocks sensually
Now get low, yeah just like that
Keep moving like that, it's perfect
Yeah, they love it when I pop round, doors up, top down
People appreciate my arrival in a flashy car
Seat back, keep that, motherfuckin' glock round
I lean back relaxed with my gun always on me
Nigga this is my town, my block, my crown
This city, street, and people are all mine to rule over
My sound, peace to my niggaz on lockdown
My music style, and I wish peace to my incarcerated partners
They don't really want that, they know we get it poppin'
People know that we are capable of starting drama
Six-four droppin', you still window shoppin'
I'm driving an expensive car and people are staring in envy
I'm ridin' round rockin', knockin', Rakim
I'm cruising listening to the music of Rakim
Slick Rick, Rick James; big stack, big chains
I like to listen to Slick Rick and Rick James while looking at my wealth
I'm so sicker, the flow liquor, you're broke nigga
I'm way better than you artistically and financially
I toast with ya - if ya got a cup
I'll drink with you if you have something to drink from
Hold your fuckin' bottle up, I really want a model but
Raise your bottle in the air, I'm hoping to have sex with a model
You can get behind the truck, if you swallow nut
You could ride in the back of my truck if you perform oral sex on me
I'm just playin', unless you goin' do it
I'm joking, but I'll seriously consider it
You put your back into it, the rest is all fluid
If you really try, things will work out smoothly
Don't pull that thing out unless you gon' use it
Don't show off your gun unless you're willing to shoot it
Ain't nobody bleedin', I guess it's all music
I think of violence as a form of art and not worth getting hurt over
Shawty the kush still burnin', Aston Martin wheel turnin'
The marijuana is still smoking and I'm driving an Aston Martin
Higher than Mount Vernon, the passenger she German
I'm extremely high and my passenger is German
Bottles is still poppin', clubs is still rockin'
Drinks are still being ordered and clubs are still lively
Feds is still watchin', but fiends is still shoppin'
The police are still monitoring us, but people are still buying drugs
I got vitamin water money like I signed a deal
I have lots of money from endorsing Vitamin Water like I had signed a major record deal
How would you feel if you niggaz just got 400 mil'
Imagine how you would feel if you suddenly had $400 million like me
My bad bitch do her thang in her Vera Wang
My attractive woman is wearing a designer Vera Wang dress and acting sexy
She let me have a brain, I let her wear my chain
She gave me oral sex, and I let her wear my expensive chain
I'm on the plane smokin' on that Mary Jane
I'm smoking marijuana on an airplane
Listenin' to Trina while she run game on Lil' Wayne
I'm listening to Trina's music while she seduces Lil' Wayne
My Ten-a-ki' timepiece shinin' like a light bulb
My expensive Ten-a-ki' watch is shining brightly
David Brown t-shirt, dressed just like a thug
I'm wearing a David Brown t-shirt and dressed like a stereotypical criminal
Chorus
Repeats the chorus
Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: MARVIN BERNARD, DAVID DARNELL BROWN, CHRISTOPHER CHARLES LLOYD, DAMIEN TAYLOR, CURTIS JAMES JACKSON
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@psyjinx
Man, I used to thug to this on the bus going to school in the morning. Got me ready for my school day.
@TharsanJeyachandran
wtf this the music for the strip clubs
@tkaali6866
Same lol😆
I was playing Lloyd banks rotten apple more than the others
@XantoS771
50 Cent comes up with the best hooks ever
@frightNsawsome
The mighty mighty unit
@TharsanJeyachandran
back when clubs played gangsta rap on the regular.
@kaanerdem2822
Beat is gold, its my test song on Every earbuds i buy
@TharsanJeyachandran
one of the last dope projects from mainstream gangsta rappers.
@Yoking3000
Red Coupe switchin lanes, top down, party frame
Diamond rangs, diamond chains, diamonds on e'rythang
Mo' flows, mo' dough, money come, money go
New straps, new clip, stack chips, don't trip
50s flow is Flawless🔥🔥🔥
@eastlakeskid3386
Young Buck is Under Rated