Lyrics:
(That's what I'm talking 'bout)
Oh (oh), what you gonna tell her after she discovers (yeah, yeah, let's go)
You don't really love her?
Oh (oh), it's
down the streets like I'm strutting something
Won't say names but I don't see your fucking mouth shutting
You just chilling in the back but you stay
and get fucked and don't remember from buzzin'
That's why you don't see me, I ain't at the club
I'm chillin' with my homies in the city of Hub
Because
(L-B-Dub)
(Y'all know what this is)
Only thing that keeps me up (ha), when I'm feelin' down
I don't know about you, but I gotta keep mines
hate me fall backkkkkk
No choice by force I sport
To go and cop sum ice
Designer on my mojo
I live in the spotlight
Real street nigga aint no flaw
by force I sport
To go and cop sum ice
Designer on my mojo
I live in the spotlight
Real street nigga ain't no flaw
Yung future gotta keep dat raw
on the
Streets, in your music, in my songs
I mean the real ones that are burning
I mean the real ones that are burning i say
Please, don't pass me by
Oh now,
I'ma go pop the trunk and turn the street volume up to ten
I ain't on the guest list, I ain't V.I.P.
I snuck in the exit, learned to D-I-P
My dress code
Timberland boots, Air Force
And shell-toes
Who the fuck is them?
If I gotta pay to get in the club
I'ma go pop the trunk and turn
The street volume up
a night club pick who
I want then I go hey
All these dick riders in here I
Don't have time for road rage
Walk up in the strip club buy who
I want then I go
kamikaze
I'm all over that nigga
Come identify the body
My middle finger to you ho niggas
Run up on me and I'll be
Forced to let it go nigga
I ain't the one
n*gga lame, all in my dm. That n*gga broke i don't want em
Bounce, you a freak, now go down to the ground ho
Crawl on yo hands, and yo knees, make em
Order me some rounds again
Man I'm 'bout to clown again
I'm about to see them strippers go down the poles again
Niggas in the club gettin' out
at will
Will I kill you
Fly will peel you off the map that's all so real
Don't you mothasuckas often wonder what to call this shit
Mmm, call it mystic
you rock will
Not make the swelling go down
Try settlin' down, we strapped
Mad chrome to grip
Last cat that had a bone to
Pick is a skeleton now
This
are
Don't ask me to go
Cause I'll be where the good times
Last 'til the early morning light
Down at the club (down at the club)
Whoa, everything is out
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
Bacardi (what)
Wild out, spaz in the club, we in the party (what)
Brooklyn (come on)
Shaolin (come on)
Queensbridge down to Long Island (come on)
it don't stop
Turn the party up cause it don't stop
This is for my street niggas
Who ain't in the club
You ain't let us in the club
Now we run
I was posing relatin'
To those dealing with blow, had the big gold bow acres it was those gangsters
That bonus, that culture, those projects
Shiny
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
to cancel
Your prior engagements
It's crazy, how you rap streets
That shit got us all in disbelief just rap
We don't wanna hear that bullshit Shareef
This
a nigga ain't come with a plan-b
So I'm hoping the culture accept me
Like a street nigga with some big racks
Keep it real in my songs and that's big facts
of Ultramagnetic to the fact the Messiah's black
I turn the TV down, we could take it higher than that
I wonder if these wack niggas realize they wack
And they
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