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,
[Chorus]
Bitches wanna get licked, niggaz wanna get blowed.
We all wanna get rich and have fat cars and clubs.
Bitches wanna get licked, niggaz
the club, to the car
From the car, to the door
From the door, to the room
On the floor
We can go
From the club, to the car
From the car, to the door
The dejected, the deserted and the drunks
So I decide to join them, I walk into the club car
The barman says tonight my drinks are free
He says he knew
jamaican
Que du cash, pas de PayPal
T'étais où, t'étais où, t'étais où
Quand je cherchais après toi dans l'club
Car ce soir j'veux d'une bad gyal
Babygirl
We can bounce from the club, back to my car, to my crib we go
Skip the couch, head up the stairs, to my room we go
Go, oh, oh, my room we go
Go,
rain
When you're dancin' round the edge of disaster
The trains go flying by you
When you close your eyes you're
Sitting in the club car laughing
card games with the old men in the club car
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin'
the old men in the club car
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor
the old men in the club car
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor
the things we'd do
In the bedroom in the club
In the car i don't care
All the thangs we'd do on the island
On vacation on a plane
I don't care all the thangs
the club car
Penny a point, ain't no one keeping score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels a rumbling beneath the floor
the club car.
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score.
Won't you pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor.
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car
Penny
games with the old men in the club car
Penny a point, ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
And feel the wheels rumblin'
What's up y'all? It's the mean-ster green-ster
This should be played in residential neighborhoods
Clubs, cars, at high volume
Get (?) wodies,
I'm the train they call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
Dealin' cards with the old men in the club car
Penny
card games with the old men in the club car
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin'
card games with the old men in the club car
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin'
games with the old men in the club car
Penny a point, ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
And feel the wheels rumblin'
call the City of New Orleans
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
Dealin' cards with an old man on the club car many a point nobody's keepin'
the bitch
(Singing)
Thinking about living without you
(Black Caesar Talking)
Blackout blackout when the lights off pound the clubs
just like cars
the old men in the club car
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wheels rumblin' 'neath the floor
games with the old men in the club car
Penny a point ain't no one keepin' score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
And feel the wheels rumblin'
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