Lyrics:
head)
I can't even eat, (I got trap shit in my head)
When I be in the club (I got trap shit in my head)
Me and shawty be makin' love (I got trap shit in
at the club had me like "Hol' up"
What you doing, who you with
What you sipping on? Who you doing
Where you been? Let me take you home
And if you hungry we can
(huh?)
I paint her face like Mona Lisa (yeah)
The more she moan the more I beat her
Three people, two seater (catch up)
Pullin' up, I could eat lunch
You talk tough if you want
Blood hounds turn you into bones, yeah
You must not understand, are you high?
Everybody eats on this side
So you sneak
there's a man in the funny papers we all know
He lived way back a long time ago
He don't eat nothing buta bearcats do
Well this cats name isa
stop the car and let me out, I seen the ass on her
Playin' mean, but she really sweet, my heart skipped a beat
And in the club where I hardly could be,
roll a bit
Wife happy I'm stroking it
Cover of the source cause my ownership
Hating niggas like holy shit
Club promoters like fly him out
Die hard fans
the
Club and left with your hoe (yeah)
I can't believe I'm at it balling
My niggas feel the same (Uh)
I can't believe I'm getting all this
Love y'all ain't
nice restaurants
Eat food that we can't pronounce
Go yacht in Saint Tropez
Club happening in Miami
Girl I love you special way
So go help me spend my
For blood I pour out a 5th, keep on pourin' the shit
In the club standing on the couches, enjoying the shit
She want all of this dick, I give her
eat with my clique
Gang
I fuck with the bitch that you love
Know I invited my plug
Life of the party, the club
Bring all the bottles, the bub
Juice
don't go far
Unless we hit that bar and sip two drinks
You know how it be when you think you'sa star
Well i'm try'na eat good, Don Vito
Hit the club with
that lean bitch
Zen with that chakra
I eat it like Idi Amin, Ya Kna Wha Mean
Hit me back when that mean shit
Na na na, na na na
Na na na, na na na
since my name happened
Timbaland and Magoo and Beat Club, who ain't snappin
[Chorus]
Can you do it again?
We gon' do it again
I said, can we do it
Get high get low
Thick girls go and shake ya big butt
You in the club wit some some worldwide thugs
And wherever you see us we gon' kick it, its
to the club
Papoose, Pa-poose!!!
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
We got a riot outside homey (Huh!) and every hood with a thug
niggaz try to rush the door
somebody just discovered Britney and Justin
Video tapes of 'em fuckin'
When they was just Mouseketeers in the Mickey Mouse Club and dusted 'em
And went
It's blue, like Corbin (yeah)
Eat oysters, and swordfish (yeah)
Was broke, last night (what)
Was rich, by the morning (by the morning)
Better keep
up now, I see you see
I know you see, I know you see us
You know I want that bih, I wanna eat, I eat
I wanna lick it up, I wanna fuckin' eat
I want
Scarf
Chest cold diamonds make a wanna cough
In Dubai 20 million on a few lofts
I stay up in da club
The way I make the people wanna sing the hook in
in it
Put my face in it, eat it like a dinner date
You know I love foreplay, 12-play, everything
Know my lovin' don't change
I don't really give
Yeah, yeah, why'know
Tranquilise, tranqulise
Yeah, yeah
Yo Ghostface! (c'mon)
Raekwon!
Meth!
[Raekwon]
See me in the club, got a gun on my
we gon' do it tonight (woo)
You messin' up my mo', my whole mood, told you, oh
Lose, eat crews like crews like soul food
The only producer that
I'm with my girl, you know I love 'er
I got two of my b****es in the club
And they know about each other, oh no
But a n**** never Paranoid
You f***in'
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