[Verse 1: Reese One]
They say Maurice ain't fun
I been a grumpy motherfucker since I was 21
It ain't that, its just your party's be wack
I'm from an era my n***a, where everything used to crack
And now you walk up in the club, it's a motherfucking dud
Be some super bad bitches giving love to these scrubs
And the music don't hit all motherfucking night with that Cash Money bullshit
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***a's and hit up these bitches
Here's a thousand dollars buy some drank and shit to mix it
And call my n***a 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 fucking groove, everything is on me
Got a lot of shit to smoke, got a lot of shit 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 shit 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 bitches you ever seen
Is a back-up player, third string on this team
You be picking at the pick through
I party with the pussy that you n***a's can't get to
We don't pass around tramps
We ain't kids, ain't gone be no double fucking in the camp
If you touch one of my friends and then come try to slurp me
Then you the type of bitch that will slide a n***a herpes
And you the type of bitch 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 fucking groove, everything is on me
Got a lot of shit to smoke, got a lot of shit 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 shit 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 asshole, 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 asshole, 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 fucking groove, everything is on me
Got a lot of shit to smoke, got a lot of shit 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 shit to eat, choice cut meats
And I can walk around 'n down, with no shirt and bare feet