[Chorus]
Nigga buck in the club like, FUCK THAT SHIT!
Got my tone in the club like, FUCK THAT SHIT!
Fire a blunt up on the dance floor, FUCK THAT SHIT!
Straight walk up to that boy like, FUCK YOU BITCH!
Slap a trick in front his bitch like , FUCK THAT SHIT!
Start a fight with the thickest click, FUCK THAT SHIT!
Get kicked out this bitch like, FUCK THAT SHIT!
Shoot that thang at security nigga, FUCK YOU BITCH!
[DJ Paul]
See I`mma ride me a chevy with them fo doors
And blow some dough, dough
Sit back and watch a flick on screens wid a red hoe
On double deuce, I met this bitch up at the club
I had a tech, if her neighbors wanna buck
Wid a nigga, cuz I`m from the south side of town
B-A-Z, and I`m reppin, even if ya aren`t around
I match a blunt with the real
Shoot a bump with the real
But I ain`t a baller, I just deal
With these drugs and thugs and these niggaz that`s locked up
I lock em` down with some of that pure white stuff
Like some dro, pop a pill, sip some syrup, It ain`t no deal
But you gotta stay the same when you high, keep it trill
And I still blow a blunt to take the pain out
Cuz if I don`t get high, I`d probably blow my fuckin brains out
Cuz straight thugs love it, cuz I`mma keep it killa
And I`mma dedicate this to my real ass niggaz! YEA!
[Chorus]
[DJ Paul Talking]
Woooo! I think you know the mother fucking business now, wannabes! (In the
middle of the club)
Hypnotize Minds , Three 6 Mafia , roll with us, or get ran over, (In the
middle of the club)
Shoot with us, or get shot the fuck up nigga!