Lyrics:
tha parkin' lot
Grab the club owner, put the rich bitch in the trunk
Take 'em out and take his money then I spit on the punk
Now I'm crunk, breakin'
tha parkin' lot
Grab the club owner, put the rich bitch in the trunk
Take 'em out and take his money then I spit on the punk
Now I'm crunk, breakin'
I am more of the owners club
Oh you like vip
Baby come let me upgrade you to the owners suite
You like shopping sprees
You like three nights a week
true calling from God
Hid like Jonah in the club with bottles of corona
Surrounded by models and owners, and cronic smokers
The ones that you find in
hazy
I'm going crazy
I'm just singer small club
All I need is your love
All I need is your love
I'm just singer small club
I'm just singer small club
it for that strip club owner named Jack
Guitar Slim going down slow
Play it for me and for Marilyn Monroe
Play, "Please Don't Let Me Be
senti abençoado
Desperta em mim o melhor de tudo que eu tenho
E nela eu causo turbilhão de sentimento raro
Yeah
Bith you treat me like a club owner
But
a tourin nigga, six-foot-eight floss nigga
who carries champagne in the club with Coogi sweaters
Borin nigga, no game havin
Less rap skill, N.B.A. nigga
These niggas lost all they values
(Corey Gambino, ho!)
They want me to stop, but I told that bitch I can not
I'm up in the spots, the club owner gave
Give a child a childhood
Give a tear a smile
Give a toy an owner
At least for a little while
Give a song a singer
Let the melody linger
Give a child
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
And the plight of s revolutionary soul singer
Word up
Come on
It's a hot night
Head down to the club for the piña coladas without the alcohol
Let's go
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
at number 1?" You!
Dream come true, owner of my record label
Congratulating the money I'm about
To be making ask me to come in at 4: 10
Had an icy chain with
Homeboys show me love up in the club
Homegirls show me love up in the club
Security show me love up in the club
Owners show me love up in the club
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
[Airplane]- Taking off
[Singer]- Uh no, everyday in every way
Verse one
Gettin' paid, never caught in a raid
you get sprayed, prayed over
I told that boy hop off, don't you rush me yeah
We mixing that Cîroc with the musty yeah
In the middle of the club
And the owner said what's up
[DJ Premier]
"One-two.."
"One-two, shots to the chin.. knock you out"
"One-two.." "Devestating!" "On da mic"
"One-two.." "The maker, owner!"
"Come
dey eager ni oh oh
Solo mïlī I'm a singer ni oh oh
All the guys in the club wan dey ginger me
As I stroll in the club I walk gingerly
Haa take shots
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
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