Lyrics:
Gettin' freaky in the club
Girl let me see your body go la la
Now back that thing up and make it go boomba
The way you windin' it girl don't stop
Come
I put that on everything, on my clique
Let me get a couple drinks in my system I go put it down on your bitch
Oh man, I've been putting on for my
here
In this bullshit that we call the streets
You know? What can I say? Hip Hops been good to a nigga
I got mad love for the East coast, West
a mixed culture baby, we can fight the pressure
Chauncey told me that she can't even go natural
She just wanna join in on the melanated flow
Diversity is
the reflective
Panel and killing
The informant with his job complete
He put on his white mask and fled
The scene by rappelling down the building
Back to the Cicada
the clubs packed up
I, don't drink but I'll buy the bar
Give it all to the club but don't crash your car
Tell dem ghetto superstar, that's who we are
If
better than you, I don't care
Violator, I brought Chris Lighty with me
I know he ain't seen a buzz this big since 50
I walk through the club let
don't like to put down I wear a prayer cap
I'm the way I should sound you and I have a fair gap
When I was climbing up all they'd do is stare back
molecules like Dr. Strange
Making cultures move, if you disapprove
You can keep loudmouthin, it won't bust a groove
You see the object of the game is we don't
the show with five bitches, need a couple at a time
I make plays in Miami, I ain't never hear that prime
But I shut down Eleven, left the club around nine
the vultures, had to do this for my culture
Had to go back and put cocaine white on everything (gangsta Grillz)
So it's fair to say a decade and a half later
a fuck
Up in the club, still don't give a fuck
I don't know what to say after that first verse, I mean, like, damn, I just killed it
What the fuck am I
I'm walking down the street uh
Mr. Officer looking at me uh
Mr. pretty please uh
I got my hands up so let me be uh
I don't want no problems uh
I was
Once you drink with us, you won't be the same
The drinkin' club, we can't slow down main
We're gonna drink you all, we got a monster pit
That's
moon lighting
And Street Fightin' under new Bison
But when I pull out that AR? 15 nigga
I don't mean Ab so don't get too frightened
How you Tyson in this
to the club
Bring your heat to the street
Official Nast', shuttin' shit down, what?
Ladies and gentlemen
Welcome aboard Official Nast' Airlines, flight
c'mon
Straight from the underground, fat boy from the mound
Spit it how I live it, keep it gutter, that's how we get down
I wanna see you get it
that's what she is,
And when he finally saunters back at three or four,
Don't let him in, put the chain on the door."
But of course I'd let him in,
that's what she is,
And when he finally saunters back at three or four,
Don't let him in, put the chain on the door."
But of course I'd let him in,
it?
This the culture that raised me
As history repeats
Police are brutal in the streets
I understand, as a man
Hip-hop was never for me
But if I can
bein'
You don't wanna motherfuckin'
You don't wanna embrace your destiny
You wanna get by
You don't wanna go into the motherfuckin' dark
Where it's
bein'
You don't wanna motherfuckin'
You don't wanna embrace your destiny
You wanna get by
You don't wanna go into the motherfuckin' dark
Where it's lonely
she like my homie (let's go)
I'm King Tut with my gold chain (gold chain)
My partner with me, he the dope mane (yeah)
Straight gas, nigga, that BP
down, and all around
I just seen about a dozen people walk by me
That just had so much bitch-assness in them, it was ridiculous
Popcorn and sodas
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