Lyrics:
Now we pullin' up out the garage
In the platinum blue I-nage
Me and you about to hit that club
To the bar so we can sip that bub
Both of us together
breath 'till I can’t breath
I’m on all type of drugs
(I’m on all type of drugs)
Soon as we pull up to the club
Then you know we turnin' up
(And you know we
the club can you bump that
Radio's show me love can you bump that
West coast east coast can you bump that
Mid west dirty south can you bump that
And all
y'all heads up
To the West Coast to the Mid-West
Y'all keep doin' what y'all doin' ya heard me
Soldiers for life whodi
I gotta say what up to my group
wearin' designer clothes, takin' designer drugs
Hoes show me love when I'm inside the club
KTZ jogging suit, man that boy cockin' loot
I paid for
ya video
2 Atlanta cars all stretch interior
20 million dollars n da seat iz you serious
Sum millions of front 4da kids dey furious
G4 flights club
designer clothes
Takin' designer drugs hoes show me love
When I'm inside the club, okay
KTZ jogging suit man that boy cockin' loot
I paid for the pussy man
important like the pope, I'm a muslim on pork
I'm Makaveli's offspring, I'm the king of New York
King of the Coast, one hand, I juggle them both
straight
I got my paper straight
The whole club turn around when I'm walking in
Fuck your bitch, and never talk again (Harlem)
Niggas talkin', they
catchin us
[Master P (Weebie)]
East side (OOOHHHWEE!), Mid West (OOOHHHWEE!)
West coast (OOOHHHWEE!), Dirty South (OOOHHHWEE!)
The ghetto clique
on when ya watchin us
[Master P] (Weebie)
East side (OOOHHHWEE!), Mid West (OOOHHHWEE!)
West coast (OOOHHHWEE!), Dirty South (OOOHHHWEE!)
The ghetto ville
Real Raw, we're giving you more and more
So Mid West, what the fuck is you waiting for?
It's Real Raw, we're giving you more and more
So West coast, what
da Planet Rock (say wha)
Mid-West make da Planet Rock (say wha)
Down SOuth make da Planet Rock (say wha)
East Coast make da Planet Rock (say wha)
the clubs packed up
I, don't drink but I'll buy the bar
Give it all to the club but don't crash your car
Tell dem ghetto superstar, that's who we are
If
to the bully don't give into the hype
I remember way back when to twenty-ten
Hoops wit the homies
We in Pops Dale Gym
Mid-calf socks and the shots droppin in
9
crew,
west side crew,
south side crew.
South side, East Coast,
West Coast,
Mid West
From my city
to yo city
From yo hood
to my hood
I rep my hood
it's
Francisco make the Planet Rock (say wha?)
Mid-West make the Planet Rock (say wha?)
Down SOuth make the Planet Rock (say wha?)
East Coast make the Planet
Canada, COME ON!
East Coast, West Coast, Dirty South, COME ON!
Mid-West, Bible Belt, Up-Top, COME ON!
Hip-Hop, COME ON!
Hip-Hop, COME ON!
mid again
Smokin' Fenty 'bout it, should've put you on the first one, tryna get it in
Ask Fring if this a good idea the next time you cuddled in that
And every time I'm in the club it's a big deal
[Baby]
Mama on everything (oh yeah)
God bless the day and the 20 inches
Came around the corner with
choke, don't pass out 'til the morning
In the club, gon' cash out 'til they close
And I stay with the pack on any coast
KK cut down to a clone
Game
Check it out huemans
This is Chuck Dizzle
Checking in live and direct from Homegrown Radio on Real 92.3
And I bringing you the new splash from Mid
a good adviser
But to myself I feel like I'm gangster
Respect Straight from Mid west Respect from South-West Respect From West coast Respect From East
a good adviser
But to myself I feel like I'm gangster
Respect Straight from Mid west Respect from South-West Respect From West coast Respect From East
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