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Beanie Sigel Miscellaneous In The Club [Verse 1] I'm back at the club with a snub, twistin up dubs Sippin on Crist', bout to snatch your bitch You see the wrists, see the neck, see the arm, see the charm See my click, what the fuck man we rich When we step in the spot, performin or not You know what went down, man we shut shit down From the cars outside you can tell we there When the bar's sold out and aint no Belvedere No crowd control and the cops is scared You know, the, the Roc, the Roc was here Catch Mac V.I.P., section of the place With the weapon on his waist, weight, two steppin to the base I don't dance, I just move the crowd And keep a big ass tool that's loud, that'll move the crowd Only play the club dog if the music loud Just boots, strictly airs, no shoes allowed, what CHORUS: You know how it get in the club We came to go bold, we came to get it crunk, we came to make it jump You know how it get in the club We came to pop shit, we came to pull chicks, we came to ride You know how it get in the club You know we came deep, in four or five jeeps, we came to wild You know how it get in the club See me V.I.P., rollin up trees, we came to get high [Verse 2] Beanie Sigs baby, y'all can't touch the boy Everytime I hit the club people rush the door Buck 50 cuts and more, sluts and whores Niggas ice grillin like they wanna touch the floor All that when Mac perform *Who The Fuck Want What*, man they buck when that come on Bitches givin up butt when Mac perform Everybody hands up when that track come on Roll up nigga let's get on You know how we do, bitches in them see through dresses on Double shots of Henny rock, all night lemon drops Til they touchin, have 'em touchin, other women's spots Late night, club night, you know what Mac like Late night, club night, Mac attract dikes All night menagie trois, who came to get ride, who came to get high What the fuck, uh CHORUS [Verse 3] Last call for alcohol, all drinks on me Just boots, jean suits, no mix on me Bandannas, really liks on me Alright maybe a watch, of course rock, what you think on me? Same thing with the squad, what you think on Bleek Beef? C'mon dog who you think gon bleed Not Mac, never slip in the club 4/5th in the club, told y'all never slip in the club Niggas hit like shit, how that get in the club You think I'm playin when I'm sayin shit'll drip in the club? Man I come to turn out the show, turn out a hoe Before I bounce, burn an ounce of 'dro Throw back an ounce of snow, bounce with dough Squad deep, all with heat, and the bouncers know Back the fuck up dog or the rounds'll blow Man a thug in the club, y'all know how it go, shit CHORUS |
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