Lyrics:
Hit-Boy on a hit boy
You turned up and I'mma bring the action
When you hear this in the club
You're gonna turn-turn it up (turn up bitch)
You're gonna
niggas and thugs
Eye for an eye a tooth for a tooth
Blood for blood coming to a theater near you
It's all love guns for gun streets filled
With rivers
needed
When I got it, I was greeted by an alien
That said last year that she slept with a Canadian
That gave him an addiction that'd keep him in
for guys, we ballin' on a budget
Fuck it, let your glasses rise
I'm straight to the head with mine, why you acting surprised
Ask any hoe who know me,
alone
With The Alchemist producing Kris, yeah
We in the zone anytime I’m in the club
It’s like I’m really at home
You my family, so disrespect, well
We’ll
any track
It's the Black Eyed Peas and we back with the facts
Start with the fat skills that rose in the past
We got it like how you know how
any track
It's the Black Eyed Peas and we back with the facts
Start with the fat skills that rose in the past
We got it like how you know how
now
Women got EBT they gotta put they food down
Put they kids in the room and start breaking some rules now
One plus one it don't equal two now (nah)
9 time out of 10 I'm probably fucking with some hoes
At the strip club playing "eeny meeny miny moe"
Walk in side the booty club, I'm picking any
the bed split
Can you feel it
When the springs start poppin' and the bitch start screamin
Oh, get the game lit
Hey, hit the club again and let's go hit
hoes get the most, not the lesser
Trash like to fuck with forty
Dollars in the club
Fuckin' up the game, bitch, it gets no love
She be cross country,
the club
While she semi off the Remy bitch got my dick all the way up
Now you judging me, they start some shit you got no proof of
It's not OK if I
An now I start to
Feel like me
Shawty eat
The beef
Suck me off
Then I peak
I'm in love
With her
She throw it back
She a freak
(Yea)
Oh Girl you got it
You
on the
Prawl of gold-diggin' missions
And my folks is livin' foul
They whoopin' ass with precision
Fallin' back at the club, smoked up
Gettin' scoped by a hoe
dudes get on your nerves you gon start to think your beauty is a Curse
But with me by your side, they know not to mess with you or they gon need a nurse
feet on the floor
I grab the door
Open it
Who's this face I've seen it before
All the ladies in the club grab my hand
All the ladies in the club take
and exclusion
Six pills, and the pain kills
Haunted by his youth, now he's goin' through it
Remember that boy with the white fence and the stairs down
to the club, swear it looked like the dealer with me
Cause we had so many cars it was stupid
So I don't see a reason to try and reason with me
Made a couple
at Club Zen and drinkin', actin' brand new
Actin' like he never seen my face and I ain't got loot
They know I'm Cash Image and I'm with Tech N9ne
the Bentley with figures, then walk in the strip club
They can't put the ones down
Nigga, tell the whole club that I Glock
Shot for shot, I'ma air at your
up in this club I'm making a hoe feel it
Got no game but I got big cash
Mess around I be leaving this club with Stacey Dash
I ain't cute enough but my
night at the paradise knife and gun club
And there's drinking and dancing to the music of Bobby Lee and the Blackjacks
It was Saturday night
of dap if his name was Woody Black?
O.j. Found innocent by a jury of his peers
And they been fucking with that nigga for last five years
Is it fair? Is
Now I can't leave this club without you girl
Swear I want more
You deserve an encore
Back stage VIP shopping
Now it's raining
Won't you come
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