Lyrics:
the club, don't give a fuck
Up in the club, still don't give a fuck
I don't know what to say after that first verse, I mean, like, damn, I just killed it
Kanye, it's Foxx, man
I'm just sayin' I was talkin' to the girls, you know
And we don't put enough emphasis on the ladies sometime
You know, I was
go)
I rock to the beat 'til I'm tired
I walk in the club, it's fire
Get it crunk and wired
Wave yo' hands, scream louder
If you smoke, then fire
over, taken my control.
I’m freaking out, don’t wanna dance.
I try to leave and someone takes me by the hand and they say to me
“The club is on fire
(big fire)
We get high in the club like we too classy (real high)
We get high in the club like we too classy (real high)
She gon' lie (hey), 'til I
say it once better put some spec
‘fore i roll all on his forehead
Get close Fire up to the club yeah we could
Get high tonight yeah yeah get close Fire
Wake up, you sleepy head
Put on some clothes, shake up your bed
Put another log on the fire for me
I've made some breakfast and coffee
Look out
Wake up, you sleepy head
Put on some clothes, shake up your bed
Put another log on the fire for me
I've made some breakfast and coffee
Look out
gone
He had a woman he loved in Saigon
I got a picture of him in her arms now
Down in the shadow of the penitentiary
Out by the gas fires
man is out at strip clubs
Maybe cause T.I.P. girls leaving wit girls
And in the morning they'll be waking up with six girls
They don't know we more
problems, but if you want 'em we can dance hoe
Higher, higher, put a little Henn' in that Cris'
It'll make you righter, nicer, drunk as fuck but don't get it
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten
Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
(This better not be no dream)
Please don't let this be a simulation
(This better be real)
'Cause you a pretty thing
I hope it's not my imagination
(It
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten
Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
Man i hate it when I'm in the club
Or out on the streets and
All these cats run up on me
Talkin bout what they doin, and
Who they set the liquor
this ol' boy just don't fit
Well I can jump in a rosebush and come out smelling like
Those misters dressed in blue never done so right by me
Some
'Cause I just figured out that if I was paid
For the time I spent to put the pen to the page
It'd be minimum wage
But it's embedded in my head I never
or who I saw or
What club I went to with my homies (check it out)
Baby, don't worry, you know that you got me
Somebody told me that this planet was
(Right back)
They'd rather see me down, put my soul in the fire
But we keep goin' higher, higher (Woah, woah)
(Nip, talk to 'em)
Emptied out
don't forget it
And I'm Weezy F Baby you might find it on a titty
Would you
Pass me the dutch with cha left hand
I got the whole club nodding like
to lay it down and represent my neck of the woods
Yeah, like that, ha ha, yeah yeah yeah
Mystikal and Outkast, ha ha
If it don't bump off in the club, you
skrt skrt)
No matter long as you get there (get there)
Just don't let it drive you crazy
Get that moola, power
You on fire tonight
You can get it
could trickle down from it if you
Put out things that are
So over-the-top and magnificent
What trickles down from it could
At least be good
Because there
with a brandy
At my Christmas party
I'll put the lights up
It gon' feel like we all in a night club
And when the neighbors hear us ragin'
Let 'em
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