Lyrics:
[Jay-Z]
This one for the future
Everybody want to be a Roc-a-fella gangsta
Hard for the street, sicka for the club
Sometimes for the ladies, but
own G4
And that Benz with the doors that lift up from the floor
Oh damn
The club 'bout to close in a minute
Can I get your number, baby
So you
Six inch heels
She walked in the club like nobody's business
Goddamn, she murdered everybody and I was her witness
She works for the money, she
at the club, we gon' fuck these hoes up
One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots
All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops
Bodies drop, hit
at the club, we gon' fuck these hoes up
One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots
All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops
Bodies drop, hit
I'm back with Mariah
We stay down like flour flats
On the Cadillac
Packed to the back
With four phat girls
If you feel like doin' a dance
I'm
count to four
Alley Oop Oop, Oop Oop Oop
He's got a big ugly club and a headful of hair
Alley Oop Oop, Oop Oop Oop
He's oohhhh eatin' grizzly bear
life can get took, man
And threw off bridges; one hard top, two soft bitches
Ride through the borough with two four fives
Phantom open up like two
boy run flat boy, run that boy
Bitch where I'm a send you you can't come back boy
I bring flames to a four alarm fire
I wash him up and ring him out
oh [16x's]
[All Star]
Yea this All Star Cashville's Prince
From Cashville to M-Town to ATL
When ya in the club and its a hater in your face
Go
to the strip club just to relax
I get a flat tire, I buy a new car
You know what time it is, check the Rolex
If you keep whining, baby, you gon' lose me
Better
This is us
Impalas parked next to Bentley trucks
4 Bent supposed to be here, I should dig 'em up
But since I can't, we gon' hold this Henny up
15
oh [16x's]
[All Star]
Yea this All Star Cashville's Prince
From Cashville to M-Town to ATL
When ya in the club and its a hater in your face
Go
[Chorus:]
Look,
If You A Girl With The Aspirations
Of Being In The Background Witcha Asses Shakin
Hittin Clubs And Skippin Out On The Class You Takin
gonna getcha, right?)
(Repeat x4)
Watch the band play on
[Nelly]
I got them folks on the left, man they going like (HO!)
I got them folks
some niggas in a big truck boy
Run flat boy, run that boy
Bitch where I'm a send you you can't come back boy
I bring flames to a four alarm fire
I
Yeah, I'm up in the club, 4 whippin' up, stowin' up pitchfork (What, what)
Tupac, I'm a rider, hoppin' out, Gangsta Crip Disciples (Yeah!)
While
done get sow My talk back
Broke the cane in four
Face flat to the floor
But then from the stress
To commence with a brand new sense o' sell You old
motherfuckin veterans rookies!
(tear the club up nigga! -> 2x)
With some motherfuckin hands on flats
(tear the club up nigga!)
Stop playin wit me
(tear
Ran it up like 4 flats
Count this, all racks, I ran it up like 4 flats
Count this, all racks, I ran it up like 4 flats
Count this, all racks, I ran
yelling, walking through the crowd,
With a triple cup, pop, pop, pop ?
Berry game clique, ? walking through the club,
I swear to god I'm in sky.
(true!)
Don use two ting park outside a di club and yuh see police chalk out (hm!)
A likkle weed bwoy mass out see di pretty gal dem side a di place pass
killed four niggas, he don't want a job
I'm on cold feelings, I don't wanna go, just hard
I take flat screens, but I prefer jewelry
I am not a thief, I
streets and the po'-po'
Introduce you to my 6-4 low-low
Yeah the one the just pulled out the mo-mo
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube]
Punks jump up to get beat
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