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and bullshit
Party and bullshit
Shawty in the club with the high heels on
Got that red sun dress with her all black thongs
winding on me, shake it for me all

eyed dudes
The focal point
Cuz my vocals on a joint, impeccable
Hella cool
Hit the club and leave with a peck or two
Pegged a fool
Cuz of how I dropped

feet
Kapeesh?
I defy the feat by defecating on beat
Fuck how you feel i've got an oral fixation
With spitting liquefied razors
So ill that they cut

White T-shirt, blue jeans, black mink
Red-eyed like green backs, fickle pink
Platinum Visa, patrone gold, we could speak
Talk about breaking bread, homes

glassy-eyed, painting her nails
Ev’ry toenail a different color
The walls were painted a bright yellow
And the room reflected the night club’s neon lights
There

Bound to Happen

Big Rich, Family Ties

Big Ballers

1998

dividends
How the fuck you gone lose when you always win
Yo, the money getters, mic rippers,
Dark pea henney sippers, strip club big tippers
We real

jacket with lights in the back of it
Custom made by the kids who sew and makes clothes for Prince and Sisqo
I'm 2004 beyond the average club music

mulino che vorrei si guardano con gli occhi di Ray
La musica risorge in un disco,
allora con la crew dovremo assumerci il rischio direi!
(toc-toc) Guess

coming to fuck by ten o'clock

And I cannot depend on the box 
But she giving top that hotter than Wasabi
Black Gucci belt and I'm putting wax on that

stone black room
In red lights
I found those sordid kicks
The shadow of life
Made shapes on the wall
I thought about Eleonore Daisy
And I found the floor

make his ass sky high

All of that talkin', we made niggas skydive
Embarrass a nigga, we left his ass black-eyed
Knocked more hoes off the list than

Drive fast, night life
Scenes of sweet sighs 
Low life, high sights 
From the midnight
Less stress, less lies
Wide eyed, no ties
Swing by low tides
In

all your charmers

Call it a shot from a motherfuckin' burner
One-eyed, punch it like Pop fuckin' Warner
If you a queen, better not call me no drama

surge
They had us on some B-more club cotton-eyed Joe
Talkin bout where did you come from and where you tryn to go
Step out of the car sit on the curb

the shells
12:14 had the whole club lit
12:33 homie lost his shxt
Five minutes later got his teeth knocked in
Now come the cops stop the whole function
But we

healthy, they bring them feels and vibes
Eat shit, remember I'm crazy, disco shark eat you alive
Walk out, from club to city, score some in the Baltimore

antidote
Or you gon take this Ninja star thrown across the room and rite thru ya throat
Take ya head throw it in water by the golf club just to see it float

Psyko Funk

Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.

New Funky Nation

1990

the club, "Hm-m, can I gets the microphone?"
He looked up at me all surprised, said, "You ain't even black"
So I palmed his face like a basketball and I threw

the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got

drugs
Leave her wide-eyed
Gave her molly in the club

Ralph Lauren, Red Monkey
Jeans ain't even Evisu
Don't do no running, chase up
A bag, cross country,

Keep It Pourin'

Tha Alkaholiks

Likwidation

1997

T-Ran and Tony 

Than I graduated to Cisco gettin' faded 

On the weekends at the disco, I'm gettin' thicker (yeah) 

I need to get drunk quicker

Morning I wake up
Hit the same cafe
But I don't want a cup
Of some lame latte
I drink my coffee black
Only for the taste
I wear vintage trucker hats

With a bubble eyed bitch
Lighting up your life flying pass all yemps
Cause hoes'll get shife
I swang and swing, down M-L-King
Drop screens on the scene,

My Side of the Tracks

The Former Fat Boys

Rocky Loves Emily

the violence
don't try this kids, no one's tried this before i did
i about to teach tolerance open your eyelids
in the club its crowded, i'm about to puke my