Lyrics:
And we'll get the finest cars
We got a Deuce Coupe, a Stingray, a rail job and an XKE
(We'll start a car club)
We'll be the fastest at the drags, man,
Yo what's up, dis is Chris Rock
And I'm wit my man Lil Jon
And we stay in da club,
We live in da club,
We die in da club,
We get our car washed in da
Tuned car heading to the club
I'm on the run with you, my sweet love
There's nothing wrong contemplating God
Under the chemtrails over the country club
Wearing our jewels in
They follow me
I kidnap Star
In my car
A T.V.R.
We'll drive to Prague
And stop at Mars
And we'll be
Taking Star to L.A.
We'll drive to Las
They follow me
I kidnap Star
In my car
A T.V.R.
We'll drive to Prague
And stop at Mars
And we'll be
Taking Star to L.A.
We'll drive to Vegas
you had your regular car
You ever ever made love to a thug in the club with his ice on?
87 Jeans and a fresh pair of Nikes on (yeah)
On the couch,
you had your regular car
You ever ever made love to a thug in the club with his ice on?
87 Jeans and a fresh pair of Nikes on (yeah)
On the couch,
on the sack
Over the Atlantic and I ditch the car
Swap the AC for the TVR
Throw in the body, Throw in the weight
Down by the jetty on the way to the slate
entreponiggas to the Player's Club. Yaeeyaae
[Verse 1: ]
It's packed niggas don't know how to act
We the macks V.I.P's in the back
With a stack
they can't see us
I know I got you hot, now let me in
You in the club or the car, wherever you are
Run and tell the DJ, run it back on replay
In
We be clubbin'
Heyy hey heyy heyy look here look here first of all I want to welcome
all why'all broke ass entreponiggas to the Player's Club
Pulled up like a trap star
That's if you have yo' regular car
You ever made love to a thug
In the club with his sights on
'87 jeans
And a fresh pair
Wayne]
Listen
Now when we slide up in the club, we come in and do things
About every car that you name, on twenty-two things
We likely to have a few
Yeah, it's Kells
Kells and o-j (ay ay)
Swag through the club throwin' money in the sky,
I can't lie, I'm a ball 'til I die,
Blunts of the good
Ladies, leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends
pulled up like a trap-star
That's if you had yo regular car
You ever made love to a thug in
The club wit' his ice on?
87 Jeans and fresh pair of Nikes
like I'm pourin' on it
Half a million dollar car for no reason
And we keep the club full like the Four Seasons
100 bottles in the club for no reason
They follow me
I kidnap Star In my car
A T.V.R. We'll drive to Prague
And stop at Mars And we'll be
Taking Star to L.A.
We'll drive
entreponiggas to the Player's Club. Yaeeyaae
[Verse 1: ]
It's packed niggas don't know how to act
We the macks V.I.P's in the back
With a stack
Ladies, leave your man at home
The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown
And all you fellas, leave your girl with her friends
just 'fore suppertime
[Chorus: x2]
Well I work down at the car wash
For a dollar and a dime
And mister, I hate my boss
It's at the car wash I'm
6-4s, we low ride in Denalis
Lexus, Vipers, eatin' up the flo'
Straight-out Swordfish with the TVR
Lil' Kim and Tomekk, we so hot we burnin'
Give it
When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor
When you're in the club, get your ass on the floor
When you're in the club, get your ass
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