| Lyrics: | [Chorus]
Nigga buck in the club like, FUCK THAT SHIT!
Got my tone in the club like, FUCK
THAT SHIT!
Fire a blunt up on the dance floor, FUCK THAT SHIT!
Straight walk up to that boy
like, FUCK YOU BITCH!
Slap a trick in front his bitch like , FUCK THAT SHIT!
Start a fight
with the thickest click, FUCK THAT SHIT!
Get kicked out this bitch like, FUCK THAT
SHIT!
Shoot that thang at security nigga, FUCK YOU BITCH!
[DJ Paul]
See I'mma ride
me a chevy with them fo doors
And blow some dough, dough
Sit back and watch a flick on
screens wid a red hoe
On double deuce, I met this bitch up at the club
I had a tech, if her
neighbors wanna buck
Wid a nigga, cuz I'm from the south side of town
B-A-Z, and I'm reppin,
even if ya aren't around
I match a blunt with the real
Shoot a bump with the real
But I
ain't a baller, I just deal
With these drugs and thugs and these niggaz that's locked up
I
lock em' down with some of that pure white stuff
Like some dro, pop a pill, sip some syrup, It
ain't no deal
But you gotta stay the same when you high, keep it trill
And I still blow a
blunt to take the pain out
Cuz if I don't get high, I'd probably blow my fuckin brains
out
Cuz straight thugs love it, cuz I'mma keep it killa
And I'mma dedicate this to my real
ass niggaz! YEA!
[Chorus]
[DJ Paul Talking]
Woooo! I think you know the mother
fucking business now, wannabes! (In the
middle of the club)
Hypnotize Minds , Three 6 Mafia
, roll with us, or get ran over, (In the
middle of the club)
Shoot with us, or get shot the
fuck up nigga!
[Lord Infamous]
In the middle of the club, dolla on swoll
Take me a
scoop, put it to m |
