Lyrics:
at the Playaz Club
Check the fool or kick it in the tub
'Cause we kick much ass at the Playaz Club
You can't resist it but don't get it twisted
V.I.P. that
let yourself go be something more
Don't let yourself go be something more
Kinda weird to think about
All the things that came before
And everything
them?
If I gotta pay to get in the club
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
Don't let this street life get ya down
Don't let this street life run you around
Don't let this street life get ya down
Don't let this street life
[Repeat: x2]
When we in the club, we got guns
You don't wanna run up, on that Z-Ro and that Bun
Shit talkers, get a hole in they tongue
Shake
Timberland boots, Air Force
And shell-toes
Who the f*** is them?
If I gotta pay to get in the club
I'ma go pop the trunk and turn
The street volume up
In da club. In da club. In da club. Ya!
Drink it all. Drink it all. Drink it all. Slut!
In da club. In da club. In da club. Ya!
Shake that ass. Shake
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
down (go down) if you want some smoke now (go down)
It's gon' go down (go down) if you want some smoke now (go down)
Can't put that smoke out (smoke
and able, that's somebody's parent
You know?
And that affected the way that I see shit
Night club toilet, you peed on the seat
'Cause you don't know how
I'm goin' hard in the paint
(I'm goin') hard in the paint
(We goin') hard in the paint,
And when I leave up out the club
They say that's not right
supposed to
Rolling like I supposed to
Shining like I supposed to
In the club, fucking with honeys like I supposed to
I don't understand it when a nigga
about a bad bitch love
Yea
In the club with no idea, I don't bother
All up in my section that was paid by your father
Oh, you think you slick bitch you
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
on the low
And get it everywhere that we go
Let me do my thang
New gators on my feet
Rolling up and down the street
Let me do my thang
I bust a new batch
wit my niggas we all fresh
Look,
It go down in my town ain’t no cappin bout it
Life a movie
We just actin out in
I’m from the era you ain’t live it
everybody hatin'?
We don't wanna talk if it ain't about the money
That's what everybody say
We got all the bitches at the club and the bottles on us
None of my niggas die
Cause I’m looking eye to eye with the cops now
This for my nigga that got choked
And slammed down
I don’t know why
But I might see
culture and way of life
He gotta get him a bachelors wear a suit and tie
Go to seminary
By then all of his boys will die
Jesus came to invade culture
to (hold you down)
Yo, sonny, I'm well connected in the streets
We loyal to each other, when it comes to that beef, we get (down)
Don't worry 'bout
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
use my brains when I'm ("drivin' round")
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting at the door
We bout to go ("drivin'
these hoes, you a customer
You don't give a fuck, I really fuck with her
I ain't at the club sayin', "Wiggle it for me"
I'm showin' her how to get this
(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
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