Lyrics:
on my back initiated in blood
Bout it niggas start fightin' when I walk in the club
You could tell I'm a soldier by my army fatigues
And you could
[Chorus - Lisa Maffia (JD)]
All the thugs in the clubs get your cris on ice (ice)
Ladies in the club shake your body like dice (dice)
My kind of jam
the sea
A rose in her hair, a gleam in her eyes
And love in her heart for me
I work in a London bank, respectable position
From nine to three they
Close the door befo ya child here the sound baby
Moma say stop or I'm gonna tell poppa
* - Tech raps these lines in between at double speed
[Tech N9
direction
And catch some of this lesson
Water in my glass hoe
Chillin' like I should, though
(Carti) won’t catch me in the club
(Club) , making it rain for
He go crazy when he see me
And his girl go crazy too
And this pussy so wet, might have to eat it with a spoon
Always in bikini bottoms 'cause I got
A showcase of our own!
Where?
The club's reopening
We'll write a lot of new stuff-
Rewrite old stuff-
What about the girl?
What about
Yo, yeah
Who is it?
Yo, yo
Hair on fleek, ass on fleek
Walk into the club
See one girl I beat
Look at their face
Then it's her straight feet
Her
right
In the club stay crunk right
Drama pop it pop the trunk
Get the punk right, ride
I am did, most incredible
I ain't disrespect, and just spittin' my
Eight, everythin' is straight
Nine, fine
Ten, (we're in) next week
We'll do it again, ow!
Flip two aces and get two face cards
It happens, chip stackin'
I turn around, see a bunch of chicks clappin'
But a girl walked by, caught my eye
So I
Well here is my story that I tell to you
You may not believe me but I swear it's true
I escaped to Havana for a getaway
In a tiny club with
of the club, talkin' to Valet
Mind started to stray, million miles away
Contemplatin' goin back to his crib to parlay
Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my
come jiggy
I rock kix and swishees
Coppin' moet wit' two counterfeit fifties
What?
Dirty girl rhyme spit mucous
Speech uncoothe
And raise the roof
where we headed?)
The Player's Club fool. You 'Bout It?
(I'm 'Bout It nigga I heard it was hoes at The Player's Club.)
Oh yeah like that big booty girl
even know each other
Somones in the darkness crawling out of my closet door
That's what the nines in the mattress for
Warlocks and witches come
[Chubb Rock]
Enjoy ya self cause life is too short
Everybody dismantle your shotty
Your nine millimeter needs to take a long breather
for the white
in Rari that's not a Mustang
You must be stupid you think
You gonn' touch me
In the club and pouring the bubbly
Bitch I wanna fuck, no huggy
Pimp
where we headed?)
The Player's Club fool. You 'Bout It?
(I'm 'Bout It nigga I heard it was hoes at The Player's Club.)
Oh yeah like that big booty girl
(Wemimo)
Cooperate
Cooperate
(Nancy)
Omoge cooperate
(Dakun)
Cooperate
(Baby o baby o)
Cooperate
Cooperate
(Uhnn)
Pretty gyal wanna have sex in the club
walked a few steps
Then turned around and I saw you stopped
I said Hey pretty girl come over here
And tell me what's up
Then you've got teardrops in your
2x]
[Kool Keith]
Jacuzzi bathtub, with a 24-second clock to take your panties down
If not most girls get replaced by a sub
Sent home, upscale in
the wonderful things that you and I can do
I popped some cash and in a little bit of time
I showed some cash and the girl was mine
I took her over town I wined
and flipped her e d d and went to school
She aint trying to go to work work work work work
Her nine to five is all up in the club
And she twerk twerk twerk
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