Lyrics:
Now baby girl there ain't no more
That I can say
You know by now I want it more than anythang
If I walk away and just let you leave
You'll be stuck in
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
uh-huh, uh-huh
Ah ha, hush that fuss
Everybody move to the back of the bus
Do you wanna bump and slump with us?
We the type of people make the club
uh-huh, uh-huh
Ah ha, hush that fuss
Everybody move to the back of the bus
Do you wanna bump and slump with us?
We the type of people make the club
The way she move it yea she blessed
If you want it you can have it
She can move it yea she bout it
Nevertheless she bout to spend it
On that gucci prada
Aight, now we got that out the way, let's double up
It's your boyfriend
Look here, if we in the club
And you trying to decide wether if you gon
the way that I shine
Young nigga move that dope
Young nigga move that dope
Aye move that dope, aye move that dope
(How much dope can you move, nigga?)
Outkast and the way you move
A lap dance put you in the mood
Like Ludacris, you be acting a fool
Hold up, keep up, gotta keep that thang shape
But you
(yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her (yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her (yeah)
Doing my two step off of club pure
The Girl walks by rocking christian diore
We
strip dancer that you met in a club
(chorus)
they turned dollars into dimes and dimes to dubs
mesmorized by your brothas when I enter the club
and though
(yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her (yeah)
I'ma I'ma put it on her (yeah)
Doing my two step off of club pure
The Girl walks by rocking christian diore
We
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
check-to-check
If you don't move your feet then I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck
Yes, we done come a long way like them slim-ass cigarettes
From Virginia, this
club mix
In and out, the scene, only want my green
No man not for me
Don't wanna be another mc, trying to be, wanna be, legacy
Talking bout something
'bout five nigga deep
Seventy-five emcee's freestylin' to the beat
'Cause we get krunk, stay drunk, at the club
Should have bought an ounce, but you
mix the drip this shit in me
Rockstar jeans, this shit straight from the 60’s
You can’t join the Club, belter ask DJ ENVY
Straight from the 60’s
Got
So that you know I'm legit
But you already know I'm-
Hypnotizing all these dudes
By the way I move
Move around the room, yeah
I run laps around all
the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby
Should have held back, but you throwed the punch
'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch
No D to the U to the G for you
Got a son on the way by
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was
and Bentley's on twenty inch Sanders
ATL, on my way to the Gentlemen's Club
J.D. and Outkast showed me love
See Trick at the Grammy's, It was wack like
huh why'all
[Andre Benjamin]
There's a fine line between love and hate you see
Came way too late but baby I'm on it..
And there's a fine line
Now I'm in the club
And she shakin her ass on top of the burner
Take her to Nobu
Take her to places and views
That she never heard of
The way that I
DJ Chill, DJ Young Sound
It's going down in the mix like this
Ayyy (ayyy)
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see
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