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number and ya culture
You need nuts in yo face like a poster

If you in a club nigga then shit bang
If you on the streets nigga then shit bang
If you
[Hystwise]
Do you want to take it
To the club oh shit on the floor Cult VI
To the streets to the beats to the boards
To the peeps holla back I can't
name, what's yo number and ya culture
You need nuts in yo face like a poster

If you in a club nigga then shit bang
If you on the streets nigga then
the bullshit that I'm stuck on

If you in a club nigga then shit bang
If you on the streets nigga then shit bang
And if it's what ya need boy, do ya thang
If you
The air fare is prohibitive and I don't speak the language.
The culture's not near or dear to me but I wanna go to Sicily.

Charlie Luciano took
the club, watch him strip in the club
You like ice creams? Get a banana split in the club
No jewelry, you can't wear shit in the club
And that go for every
don't mind they business
Strip clubs is our culture we some heavy spenders

Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Candy Paint and Gold Teeth

Candy Paint and Gold
boomba
The way you windin' it girl don't stop
Come on baby
Gettin' freaky in the club

Girl let me see your body go la la
Now back that thing up and make
(Ey!)
In this club (Ey!)
In this club (Ey!)
In this club (Ey!)

(Listen) Got some friends
Rollin' wit you
Baby then that's cool (That's cool, that's cool)
And that go for every nigga and bitch in the club
So you better take it off 'fore you get in the club
Game and Dogg Pound along side sittin' on dubs
Don't go down that street
In those shoes that squeak
'cause I get afraid that you might not come home
Careful how you speak
When you're
side
And I think that shorty I've got a thing for you, yeah
Doin' it on purpose, windin' and workin' it
I can tell by the way you lookin' at me, girl

I
dress you said
A culture with shaking breath, I want it now
Well in my mouth the sun will sound 
When that evening sun go down
Down to the lake, past
up on the streets of Gold
Three fireballs on the muddy side

The club queen heard her husband's call
But Lord that queen of diamond's joy
When
And the city lights will burn you down
And build you up
High above the ground
High above the ground
High above the ground
High above the ground

The club
Spirit me a game of stud
Stakes unscarred by limitation
Between a man named Gold and man named Mud

Club filled Gold with greedy vapors
Till his long,
Everything's silent on Frederick Street
A lonely policeman walks the beat...
Before long everybody'll know
That Fosters club is not the place to go
Unless you
Get 'em, get 'em (yeah yeah!)
Get 'em, get 'em (that's be	 & NYCE)
Get 'em, get 'em (ha ha)
Get 'em, get 'em

[Chorus: KRS-One]
Let's go, let's
cultures
I give respect for what's been borrowed and lent
I know this music comes down from African descent
Because I don't need a magic potion
Let me
Grandmaster Flash'd go slap it, you bastard
All the money that you made
All the watered down pop-bullshit version of the culture, pal
Go buy a big-ass lawn,
oughta get 'em smarter 
Baby take my order 
The only shark that swim in Henn no water 
got ya daughter doin' shit you don't think she oughta 
Gave
won
There's no way they can hold us down
Cause with power and strength we gonna take it now
Take that stand realize the truth
Knowledge intellect
on the streets of Gold
Three fireballs on the muddy side

The club queen heard her husband's call
But Lord, that Queen of Diamond's joy
When the outlaw in
that priest
Runnin the streets, lawless, blastin police
Stickin Furby's out the window, snatchin your niece
And nah, we don't just rap we clap you
sure you don't miss
It's the true for ya, true feature
I could go on for days about it screaming, "Alicia"
Walking down the block with brother common