Lyrics:
the club, Get the pole in
Tracking the package, the load in
Living my life, Like it's Golden
Bricks of the white, Got us Snowed In
I get mega dust
Pull that
That will be dumb if i wait
Numbers numbers numbers run it
Open i see all this dinero for me
Run it numbers run it
It came from under the screen
Follow
militants
It's time to overthrow the government, for the love of our country
America has under went a number of injustices
Corrupt puppets under
the contemporary business woman in a
Business suit... uh, the recreational woman... a police officer... (we know
Criminals will always get guns) the, uh, security
cities, reduced to communities filled with trees
Governed by the peace and philosophy of anarchy
Man, I fucking hate government
Cause we're prisoners under
In the center of the darkness
There is plenty of light
Salvation is the target
For freedom, you paid with your life
What were you hoping to find?
By
Club, Ice Cube, Master P
And since I'm movin' my yay, know I got UGK
Ridin' dirty lookin' for that high life pimp what more can I say?
I'm just
be under club lights
Splitting by the pole she ain't got no stage fright
She just want the dick, no sleeping overnight
She just fuck with me, her
rollin' hard, now I'm under control
Done wrapped my '64 around a telephone pole
I looked at my car and I said, "Oh brother"
Throw it in the gutter and go
by a race of Jews and the Lizards control them too
And it's run by some black dude
I'm in love with Yo Gotti
I'm in charge of the Club now too
why the club throw a fuss when I pop through
And my haters can guzzle my cock
You can lick on my balls when I cum you can stop
Too cool for this shit,
and stare up into the stars
To just not be on your own tonight
Feeling lonely, right?
And you call me, right?
But I'm on tonight
I'm out of control tonight
Boss, the boss!
Your body lose the control
In the pocket JBL Box
Imma fucking rapolog
I'm not the ghoul from Tokyo
Everybody go to Metro
I'm crush them
people dying in the streets, shit is real
My people dying by police, shit is real
This shit is real, man this shit is fucking real
Man fuck 4x3, you can't
A lil' nigga in the Rolls screamin', "Fuck the police!"
Peelin' out in front the club, about to duck to the east
Now play yourself, you gon' find
casualties every year
The goal is to stay alive
The mission is to make money
The enemy, the police
We gotta bust back at 'em make some
Motherfucking examples
a jungle out there
Get a couple casualties every year
The goal is to stay alive
The mission is to make money
The enemy the police
We gotta bust back
"There's a bulletin - state police, Princeton Junction"
"The militia...
Certain individuals of unidentified nature
is now under complete
rollin' hard, now I'm under control
Done wrapped my '64 around a telephone pole
I looked at my car and I said, "Oh brother"
Throw it in the gutter and go
catch me, I'm a lonely man
Under a tunnel hiding from the rain
A man who doesn't know his second name
And he sold his soul and self-control
Now he waits
And after a while, you can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile
You have to be
And after a while, you can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile
You have to be
melanated man, woman, or child is safe from we must protect ourselves our woman and our children by any means necessary it's time to stand up
verse1: they
minds, you know how its goin' down
We comin' dirty we comin' dirty
[Chorus]
The club gettin' crowded, throw up yo set and shout it
You talk but you
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