Bangin' At The Party
Westside Connection Lyrics

Yeah, uh, huh
The singer is acknowledging the listeners and getting them hyped up for the upcoming events of the song.

Yeah this what we gon' do, we gon' fall through the hood Scoop up the lil' homies and hit the motherfuckin' party, bang out Dig what I'm saying, we gon let them niggaz get, they walk on We gon' get our ride on and leave with a couple of bitches And rep this Dub S thang to the fullest West side, like that
The group is heading to the party in the hood, where they will meet up with their friends and start a scene. They are confident about the night and their reputation, and will be leaving with some women.

When the music is bumpin' and the homies give it somethin' All the hoes is comin' and you know they all fuckin' Got the Henny in glass, big puffin' on somethin' And the niggaz outside and these bitches wanna fight Then them niggaz pulled up and they deuces all wired And you know we banged out when the homies come around One times always turning it up because we bangin' at the party
The party has started, and the music is loud and bumping. The singer knows that women will be coming around because of the atmosphere. The group is drinking Hennessy and smoking something, while outside some drama is brewing with other guys. When their homies show up, they begin to turn up the intensity of the party and turn up the volume of the music.

We come through on that 22 shoe In that SL500 chappell hill light blue In cal-aye, we hit the valet You ain't got it like that, park in the alley, nigga Get in line while we spit the line for ya Get inside where we gettin' high On the dance floor with a big behind Nigga, don't get mad 'cause your dick ain't mind
The group shows up in a fancy car with a unique color and expensive shoes. They pull up to the valet and indicate that they are too good to park in the alley like others might have to. They proceed to enter the party and start spitting rhymes, while also enjoying the company of some women on the dance floor. They also take a jab at those who might be envious of their women.

So when you see the west side up in V.I.P Don't bring your ass up there and try to be Ali I'll beat your ass back down just to be on TV We know bad publicity'll sell another CD Fuck with that, fuck with this and I fuck with the crys Only fuck with the dough, never fuck with you marks And if you're just getting in, motherfucker you 'tarded 'Cause we bangin' at the party
The artist warns those who might want to join them in the V.I.P section of the party, indicating that they will not tolerate any nonsense. They go as far as to say that they will beat someone up just for the publicity it would bring. They also claim to only care about money and making music, not caring about anyone they consider beneath them. They end by proudly stating that they are still dominating the party.

Yeah, you know it's a white tee occasion We in G formation, reppin' a G nation I pull up three wheels, swangin' a rag fo' Hop out with the sag low, strapped with the mag fo' It's cash flow, thick money rolls and thick hoes We got those and it's a party on the block loc And it's a party on the block dawg You know it's packed full of hogs That's active and hard on hoes Handcuffin' your broad is a negative The twenty-third letter, I'm an O G and reppin' this
The singer describes the dress code for the party as being just a plain white tee. They mention that they are in formation and represent a group known for being hardcore. They pull up in a flashy car and step out with guns, dressed to kill. They mention the money and women they have, and how the party has become a block party full of people who are aggressive and dominant over women. They then remind everyone of their status as original gangsters.

Believe, Skoop never nervous to crack a hoe Plus I got them sets on deck, servin' like McEnroe K Mac fa sho, I'll give you what you askin' fo' Why treat a bitch like a bitch and let a hoe be a hoe It's a Dub S see thang, Soprano the name H double O bang with the connect gang, nigga
The singer claims to be unafraid to assert dominance over women, and also has access to a lot of drugs. They mention that they also have others on standby to serve their needs. They believe that calling women bitches and hoes is justified, and they end by claiming that they represent the gang known as Dub S, and that their name is Soprano, indicating that they believe themselves to be high-level and involved in making connections with others.

Let 'em walk, walk, let 'em walk (If you're down with the connect then, ya) Walk, walk, walk (If you're strapped with a tech then, ya) Walk, walk, walk (If you represent your set then, ya) Walk, walk, walk (If you a neighborhood vet then, ya) Walk, walk, walk (If the bitch won't fuck then, ya) Walk, walk, walk (Outline them niggaz with the chalk then, ya) Walk, walk, walk (If you're sippin' on that dark then, ya) Walk, walk, walk (Y'all niggaz don't want it)
The artist gives a list of things that would make someone a part of their group, including being connected with them, having a weapon, representing their set or being a veteran of the community. They also mention what kind of people they are willing to deal with, including those who refuse to have sex, and those who they may have to put in their place. They end with a warning to those who might test them, indicating that the artist and their group are not to be messed with.

When the music is bumpin' and the homies give it somethin' All the hoes is comin' and you know they all fuckin' Got the Henny in glass, big puffin' on somethin' And the niggaz outside and these bitches wanna fight Then them niggaz pulled up and they deuces all wired And you know we banged out when the homies come around One times always turning it up because we bangin' at the party
The artist repeats the chorus to drive home the idea that when the party is going well, they will continue to turn up the excitement and prove that they are the ones who are dominating the party.