Lyrics:
I washed my hands of us at the club
You made a mess of me
I pictured you with other girls in love
Then threw up on the street
Like waiting for
Let the time go by
I won't care if I
Can be here on the street where you live
People stop and stare
They don't bother me
For there's no where
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
watchin'
Baby, I don't give a in this club
And baby, you know I'd be down
But we can't have all these people staring, standing around
This right here
Let the time go by,
I won't care if I
Can be here on the street where you live
People stop and stare
They don't bother me,
For there's no where
oughta get 'em smarter
Baby take my order
The only shark that swim in Henn no water
got ya daughter doin' shit you don't think she oughta
Gave
are
Don't ask me to go
Cause I'll be where the good times
Last 'til the early morning light
Down at the club (down at the club)
Whoa, everything is out
get through
I'll be waitin' (see, I don't like a motherfucka that be all on me and shit)
(All up under a nigga)
You can run the streets with your
Don't go down that street
In those shoes that squeak
'cause I get afraid that you might not come home
Careful how you speak
When you're
don't mind they business
Strip clubs is our culture we some heavy spenders
Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Candy Paint and Gold Teeth
Candy Paint and Gold
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't believe in nothing smaller
But if we will try to heal, I hope we go supersonic when we leave
Yeah yeah
I kept my promise
for shoes
Fuck your Republican views
Pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, where the fuck are the boots?
And streets act as a narrator, don't gotta
boomba
The way you windin' it girl don't stop
Come on baby
Gettin' freaky in the club
Girl let me see your body go la la
Now back that thing up and make
side
And I think that shorty I've got a thing for you, yeah
Doin' it on purpose, windin' and workin' it
I can tell by the way you lookin' at me, girl
I
yeah, yeah (what it do, shawty?)
Let's go!
Up in the club with my homies, trying to get a lil' V-I
Keep it down on the low-key (low-key)
'Cause you
rather be.
Let the time go by,
I won't care if I
Can be here on the street where you live.
People stop and stare
They don't bother me,
For
Up and down, they're nodding
Heads are moving up and down, you got it
Everybody stand in line
One by one, take a hit, join the club
Kids will try
that I loved
Don't need another metaphor, it's simple enough
A wrinkle in time like the crease by your eyes
This is why they shouldn't kill off
bed warm with a cutthroat n****
Have the card parties where the stakes was high
Go shopping, hit the club, and then start come by
I never had a day
feels to have wings on your heels
And to fly down the street in a trance
You fly down a street on a chance that you'll meet
And you meet, not really
We run everything
We run the streets, the radio, and the club
All of the above
[Beanie Sigel and R. Kelly]
Yes, yes! (All the above)
Uhh
Let the time go by I don't care if I can be here
On the street where you live
And oh the towering feeling just to know
Somehow you are near
When I go out, I'ma go out shootin'
I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to clean up my fuckin' image
So I
bottles to table five
We buyin' out the bar, we livin' out life
We gettin' all right, shawties watchin' us
We lockin' down the club 'cause we straight
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