Lyrics:
Fans going crazy for the boys of fall
They didn't let just anybody in that club
Took every ounce of heart and sweat and blood
To get to wear those
up, smokin' up)
But bitch please get yo' hand off my grip (I got a nigga)
Haha, now that's right
And it don't stop right here on W Balls
Nothin' but
tell me, while ya' drop dem' boes'
Chorus
Now if the club packed y'all from wall to wall
And everybody trying to ball, coz sizing all
Ain't nothing but
negotiate the matter, in gats he trust
In the club one night, war spittin? at us
In the corner sippin? drinks on some real hush hush
Yeah, I seen how them
how the gamin be
So what you trippin about, in the club I be kickin em' out
I get em home then I'm twistin them out
If I still keep it real I be
Yeah, Its 50 cent, Young Buck
G-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT!
We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end
Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again
We
wanna ball, but can't on the west coast
Dre day's been dead a long time ago
Respect the inc/row/rap-a-lot collabo'
Just know that you nigga ain't save
(YEAH!)
"Crunk Juice" nigga run the club that you in (HEY!)
You scary motherfuckers don't wanna bring the ruckus (NAH!)
You just spend all your time
(YEAH!)
"Crunk Juice" n**** run the club that you in (HEY!)
You scary motherf***ers don't wanna bring the ruckus (NAH!)
You just spend all your time
(YEAH!)
"Crunk Juice" n**** run the club that you in (HEY!)
You scary motherf***ers don't wanna bring the ruckus (NAH!)
You just spend all your time
[Chorus]
When you see me in da club
(Bitch bounce dat ass)
When I catch you in da tub
(Bitch bounce dat ass)
When I catch ya at da pad
(Bitch bounce
And once we hit the club we 'bout to go fuckin' ham, y'all
My comrades want them mils, my comrades want them millions
My comrades want them bills, my
bitch, we throwin' up them grands, ya'll
And once we get that club, we 'bout that fun, go H·A·M ya'll
My comrades want them mills, my comrades want
I can't believe I changed the game
Like ain't no done before
I can't believe I walked up in the
Club and left with your ho
I can't believe I'm out
all
Just like I'm at the mall
And I'm about to ball witchu
So girl let me get you to the surf club
And we can do all of the
Things you never heard of
So
phone
What's going on on the floor?
I love this record, baby
But I can't see straight anymore
Keep it cool, what's the name of this club?
I can't
Attention all club goers, and party seekers
Oooh yeah, it’s Mika Means mika, let's go
In the ATL everybody floss (yeah)
Everytime I go out
[Chorus:]
Ya Boy who to talk about,
And if there's hoes in the club we gon' walk 'em out,
MTV, I've never been there before,
But they all wanna go
the underground
Underground station that ain't legit
Playin' them cus words dropping that shit
Party from the club, to the streets
Hangin' on cars to listen
me high ina club
Pass me a wood Ima fire it up
iPhone is right where the iron is tucked
Hop on yo block and I'm lightin it up
Light the shit up like
You claim to be real but I know that that’s not you
Hit that bitch with a switcheroo
At the club she turnt ain't know what the Henny do
I ball more than
abuse cuz a tigga got more testosterone than you
My club aim better than you while you best toss the ball in the dunes
Lost your tone and your cool but
see me in the club
And I'm staring at your boo
When you see me getting bandz
I'm with the crew, I'm with the crew
I got bandz in the coupe
Imma cook up
gonna party 'till the sun come rise
(What)
You can bring your friends
Come witness me
Make you feel the Caribbean vibe
(What)
Pull up in the club yeah
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