Lyrics:
on TV
Is a prescription drug ad
I can't watch TV for four minutes
Without thinking
I have five serious diseases
Like, 'Do you ever wake up
Tired
The Club Crunk, I'm'a Make 'Em Stomp
We Ain't Playin' want to Front, You Can Get That Ass Stomp
Do It Like Them Dirty South Boys, Do, And Stomp
Now Where
posted in the club while I'm on the drugs
Rolling grammy's up in honey buns yea we throw it up
She just want to fuck with me and I just want some company
to blow
Way up in them Cali Hills, burnin' like the sunset
A nigga with a attitude, take it outta' context
Ridin' with that big thang, lookin' like
the cause
I'll stick it right back in my drawers
The coldest one you ever saw
That's down by law
All y'all back up but see what I got to offer
This for them
I've got ten cents and a dream yeah
My niggas told me it will never ever sauce o
But i know one day imma pull up in a benz o
And that's when them go
'cause I'm fly with it
Chorus
When we come up we gettin' down down down
Step in the club they give us pound pound pound
Lookin' for somethin' that be
cus I'm all grown up
And when we in the club turn up on us
Turn up on us
Turn up on us
Turn up on us
Flyer than a delta pilot how you like it
Step up in
Play it bach play it bach
Flow so cole dat you wanna hear me say it bach
Play it bach play it bach
Dj in da club gone head play it bach
Gone head play it
me in the trap, it's goin' down
Meet me in the mall, it's goin' down
Meet me in the club, it's goin' down
Anywhere ya meet me guaranteed to go down
me in the trap, it's goin' down
Meet me in the mall, it's goin' down
Meet me in the club, it's goin' down
Anywhere ya meet me guaranteed to go down
all around me
So I wait for the shade to come through (Give it to me)
In the club, I am the echelon
Yup, they rave in the magazines too
Hot damn, I'm
and five hits tell em
Then radio will force you to like it
And cause you to buy it
I want you to read my thoughts like you psychic
I'm rather biased and by
Gettin' fed through his arm in a hospital will slim him up
Get it through yo head, 50 Cent don't care
I cock triggers, light the block up, iller than
there in Richmond
Before that
Oh, you talking bout my hometown?, yeah
I was born out of Philly grew up in a little silly old town called Cheltenham
It
to strong let's run it up
Kick the curb then skip the line
She blow my phone I hit decline
Lit by 10 you had your time
V.I.P. don't need a sign
Shawty bad
I'm a)
It's the remix
Now if you walk up in the club
With a bad chick
And she's looking at me
Then I'm gonna hit
Man jacking for chicks
I tried to quit
[Intro]
Yeah, let's take 'em back
Uh huh
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
Comin' up I was confused, my mama kissin' a girl
Confusin' occurs, comin' up in
surrounded by crooks
[Young Buck]
There once was some niggas that tried to murder me
I hit em up, put em in plastic surgery
This 4-5 has made a lot
Yo yo
I need no introduction everybody
Heard of 50 Cent and heard of G-Unit
I'm not high tech and I'm not qualy
You see me in the club
You
the imagery
And its so heart rendering
[CHORUS]
Lil girl on the molly bt she seven
Lil girl in the club bt she eleven
When the P on the V she a maven
I
won't misguide mistreat or mislead it
Hate it up, love it, they can't cut it, so strut it
Number one shaker, like Vicks Vapor, I wanna *** rub it
assault weapon what
Straight when i walk in the club the club
Haters all hating cause i pulled up on dubs
With the fuck attitude reservation mad it dude
(come on)
Not with a knot like this (let's go)
Lying down with the 2-1-5
Middle finger stay high, make it rock like this
Dirty Money up in your area
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