Let the Thugs in the Club

[Lil Wayne] Squad up, squad up, fuck that nigga at the do` Squad up, squad up, fuck that nigga at the back Squad up, squad up, fuck y'all [Lil Wayne] Listen Now when we slide up in the club, we come in and do things About every car that you name, on twenty-two things We likely to have a few drinks, beat up a few lanes Spitting game at a cute thing, make her get a crew brain All the Heineken's in mo' if it ain't dro we don't want it Cut my song on homie, yeah, that squad shit we own it Droopy high come see the future, we livin' for the moment Whole sucker on corners, the dance floor up pistols on it And everybody know you fuck up, we killin' ya The whole club familiar with my familia Chicken heads Boriquas goin' follow where I go I ain't got nothing for them but a dick and a taco skat And everybody know right where the gat me when they dap Fuck up I'll put yo eyes right when you lap me And I ain't come to sign shit, unless it's a bar tappin' I ain't taking no pictures unless I`m palming an ass Where the fuck y'all? [Chorus: Mack 10] Let the thugs in the club, show us love Show us love, let the thugs in the club Let the thugs in the club, show us love Show us love, let the thugs in the club [Mack 10] L.A. let the thugs in the club A-T-L let the thugs in the club Chi-town let the thugs in the club Let the thugs in the club, show us love [B.G.] I like shinin' but dog I'm in love with thuggin' I like clubbin' but I get off when I`m beefin' and bustin' I got a Bentley, Beamer, Benz, Lex Got a bullet proof Hummer for just creepin' on sess I got a roley, matter fact bout three or four Got a couple of neck pieces that I wear at the show Niggas know all the trouble that come with me Niggas know it ain't the bluffet that come from me Me and my click draw party every week at them crib For hustlers and convicts, they get it, how they live I don't need to keep it real for the block and chill Yeah I'm happy and what cause I got a few mill Don't thank I won't steal, wrap the K and kill Don't thank I won't say-uh a bird and crush the pills When it's time to bling, nigga I bling When it comes to do the damn thing, I do the damn thing! [Chorus] [Mack 10] Yo, yo Now it ain't no secret that I'm slangin' and bangin' And like a sack of dope rocks, my nuts be hangin' It's Inglewood and Q.S., is the hood I`m claimin' And I'm in already, so my colors is flamin' It's for the project bitches who be backin' it up And all the hardcore hustlers that be stackin' it up And no matter where you from, represent yo city If you a ghetto get crunk, if you's a Diddy get chicky Get yo walk on, rib-riders if you true blue Get yo bang on, and throw yo hood up, die move While I buy the whole bar cause you no one know I got a spotter and a front and a rag top fo' I keep it ghetto, gutter, gangsta like a West Coast G The homies trust the dopeman so we got in free Like a stampede rust through and or we sell Was let a stoo' bitch and get shot in the head Ba, ba, ba, ba! [Chorus] Miami let the thugs in the club New Orleans let the thugs in the club Texas let the thugs in the club Let the thugs in the club, show us love Milwauk' let the thugs in the club The Bay let the thugs in the club New York let the thugs in the club Let the thugs in the club, show us love Carolina let the thugs in the club Ohio let the thugs in the club Tennessee let the thugs in the club Detroit let the thugs in the club St. Louis let the thugs in the club DC let the thugs in the club