This how we do it, where I'm from Thuggin in the club until I see the sun Shi-ine, on my face, got the gun on my waist Walkin to my escalade, tellin niggas im not afraid, to let the nine sing out, let the ring out.
Got one more minute till last call 2 Drunk players leanin on tha wall 3 crazy niggas screamin alcohol 4 More niggas claimin that they ball 5 Bartenders and they all want leave 6 ugly bitches with some hooked up weaves 7 dyke broads and they all look rough 8 niggas hollerin don't fuck with us 9 bitches runnin off at the mouth 10 bitches tryin to hear what they talkin bout 11 cute shorties in the whole damn club 12 wannabe, gonna be, nuthin but scrubs 13 fights, niggas, bitches and dice 14 police reading niggas they rights 15 minutes on interstate-10 at the strip club, we gon' do it again
Comin thru my hood on spinnin blades mommy know my name, niggas know I don't play hop out the whip and we blaze in the shade cuz I gotta get straight, got an ounce of that hate early birds dont play, makin drops at the spots we stuggle but we hustle, man we hustle round the clock goin to the club where the bottles gon pop we VIP niggas so them bitches gon jock ay, ay back on them 23s, Escalade all green, Cadillac lean, who that be nigga? (Hello) oh, you know it be Baby, he going to the club in somethin updated Porsche trucks, Infinity graded gotta give props to the man that made me Red Gold, I start it went crazy Afford to stunt, niggaz, stay in y'all places
Picture me and yo misses, lit up like Christmas I look her in her eyes and ask her can she kiss me I do you, but never ever him He is a wimp, and you is a pimp Then she go down, to my brown One eye big guy hear that sound Slurp Slurp, take that spit Turn everything off bruh Check out my outfit
I'm in the club, smokin buzz with my thugs Hoes show me love and I never been a scrub I'm walkin out, thought Lil One had a grudge, she only wanted love, so I hit em' with a dub (thats nuthin lil one) I'm in an Escalade faded, waistline crazy The yellow gold stealth, faded Glock packin, with the chrome cocked back the hood gon' luv it, but them busters gon hate it.