Lyrics:
Unless you assimilate you never considered great
Demonstrate speech from your birth place you can't race
Disgraced by false handshakes, these punk rap
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
Can't we wait until the club is full? "No, you gotta hurry"
"The schedule says you need to be done by 8:30"
8:30, why so early, there's a line around
crazy beatnuts
Yeah, ghetto prose
The trouble is he's crazy
But don't blame me, blame it on the Henny
Beatnuts baby up in the mix
Harassing the chick
Take a little bit of Hennessy
And mix it with some syrup
Put ya hands up if you crazy enough
To get fucked up in church
(Doctor you got my
Mitsubishis eat dust
Steppin on the way to a club
They had a big butt contest so I know I got pub[licity]
SMOOTH, STROLL, step into the club
I got MO,
pussy proud
Fuck inna di crowd
Fuck inna di club
Mi love it wen u freaky
Well it's like a big act wen u sit down pon addi big cock
Tic tac
My
a million dollar Nigga Aye..
These niggaz hatein ouTside the club they waitin Dey wanna Rob me for my jewls they wanna try my patience (hmmm) but I’m erasing
fun, fun
lets have fun, fun
it's the weekend
time for meeting
all my dogs will go creeping
spending dub after dub
I'm wide awake in the club
with no
da tings you learned in school We use a simple box of tools And you gotta play by Kinja rules / Paperman I'll send her away-but this club's bone dry
a play, then I'm at the club by one
I'm a hustler, not rapper
I'm a trapper, I'm a stacker
I'm that cracker that be spazzing
Never capping
Ain't no cheat
can really spit
I'm talking move the crowd to make people relate to shit
It's real over here so never mind the club
That's all these niggas care about
better watch that mouth
Wouldn't fuck with me then, can't fuck with me now
Yuh, ay, hear that sound
808 boom, make it shake, so loud
I'm coming soon
I been cooking up raps, in the dungeon
Say a nigga ain't hot, y'all fronting.
Get the blood pumping, get the club bumping
Lyrics fly like boom, boom
I promise most of these rappers is fake
Last nigga fronted in the club got
His head cracked with a 8th
I know that was a 16 but fuck that
When I rap I
wanna start a war with us this shit can get obtuse (HERE WE GO!)
I just hit a lick in an all black ski mask (BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!)
Broke as fuck, now I'm
Chip fat and dust the smell of the 80s
Living on a Gateshead hill
Blue pop and sweets delivered by the sky man
I wonder what made us ill
weißt doch was es ist (ah)
Ich geh' piped up
Sekt under Eiswürfel, ich mix' (ah)
Kordelkette gold um Hals
Ja, sie macht die Crip Walk
Bleibe mit der
what I'm saying?
So answer my question (Durk)
Is you riding for the case you know? (For the case you know)
Is you dying by the case, you know? (Is
of the night
Into the dawn till the lyrics lock tight
On the mix tell the DJ
Quick Five boom
Chorus:
He kept playing my song
On and on all night long
(x2)
Rip
Oooh, baby, I like the sound when
The switch is on, and you start poundin'
Out my radio and pretty soon
Salt and Pepa will boom into the room
shootin' like Currys
Walkin' in the club, no searchies
Whack him for a check, yessirski
Spinnin' (spinnin'), sinnin'(sinnin')
Sinnin' (sinnin'), winnin'
Damn my man gonna
Be hot bout this hicky on my
Watch your mount
No VIP we be by the bar
Conversating with the superstars
"What you drinking on girl"
No
betta aks nigga!
It's Young Money till I'm RIP
Fuckin bitches gettin money
Shit that's all I see - P!
Cause we thuugin'- bussin in the club
And - middle
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