Lyrics:
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
the club
Owners show me love up in the club
Waitress' show me love up in the club
Bartenders show me love up in the club
L.A. show me love up in
the club (Yaeeyaae)
Homegirls show me love up in the club
Security show me love up in the club
Owners show me love up in the club
Waitress' show me
make that thing go pop!
You see him standing on the furniture doing his thing
Tell the club owner, fuck yo' couch, Rick James nigga
Pop a bottle, make
the club (Yaeeyaae)
Homegirls show me love up in the club
Security show me love up in the club
Owners show me love up in the club
Waitress' show me
the club (Yaeeyaae)
Homegirls show me love up in the club
Security show me love up in the club
Owners show me love up in the club
Waitress' show me
And before the club close, The owner gon' respect mine
Spend a lot of money and that's the bottom line
Ten cars on chrome, Plus the neck shine
Baggy jeans
yeah I got money, nigga that's of course
hit the stage with a b-boy stance
the club owner like who the fuck is that?
[Verse 1]
pull up somethin tinted,
to sell
A dream to so I need to holler at the club owner
And hit him whip out 10 stacks to keep it open longer
112 and Three 6 Mafia, we kicking in
turn me up, YC)
Yeah, I get in this shit in blood, homie (mmm, mmm-mmm)
Bitch, I got my own fire, don't need security in the club (no)
All
Soul of Sankara, Kwame Ture, capture and don a new wave
Capital accumulates the declaration is two face
Gardens of eden, owners of the property are
sing this song 'til this day
My body is cold steel, for real
I was made to kill, that's why they keep me concealed
Under car seats, they sneak me in
sing this song 'til this day
My body is cold steel, for real
I was made to kill, that's why they keep me concealed
Under car seats, they sneak me in
Tearin down stages, late night shows
Chips, whips, tips, kicks
Posted in the club, flicks, chicks
Stars, cars, wars, clothes
Tearin down stages, late night
the club getting buck big face throwing up
VIP through the parking lot
Twelve cars hit the spot
Drunk before I came
So I'm buzzing when I'm stepping out
(Dub), it's a package of love (its all love)
The car's far, I'm at the bar, got my gat in the club (poppin' Sizzurp)
And my ratchet is snub (snub), just
got the dog shit so pull a bo out
I move swift you won't see me when i go out
Tell the club owners drop a bag then ima show out
Call of duty bitch i
Yo, sell you crack for a dub (Dub)
It's a package of love (its all love)
The car's far, I'm at the bar,
Got my gat in the club (poppin' Sizzurp)
of pre-rolls
Gettin' high, blazin' with the bros
Tryna dodge these hoes
I know that bitches is checking for me
I know that they do whatever for me
I know
ass over she got no aroma
You a lil bitch boy you got no cajones
This a new car bitch ima fresh owner
Messy block nigga yea I rep the same corna
Pass me
hit the club with a mug
So mean got them niggas
Like who the fuck is that
Then I hop up out the car
So clean got them hoes
Like who the fuck is that
Hit
they hear that the ting goes bang
Sku-du-du, du-du-du, bang
Do it on my ones or do it with gang
Jump out cars or jump out vans
In the club, nuk po
Do I know your friend who?
At a club?
Who was there?
Girl I wouldn't
Wait a minute, calm down
I was at the club with who?
Get the fuck...man, you
(yeah)
Me, I just hustle and flow
Find a track, start and pimp on a ho
The block got hot, a nigga had to get low
Get the fuck outta dodge and hit
My uncle
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