your thang Do your thang, baby do your thang Do your thang, baby do your thang Do your thang, baby do your thang The witching hour and the club is packed
that? We pull up in front the club and my rims was lookin' nice The sub woofers bumpin', I need it in my life We had a couple of fellas, was stuntin
play the block bumpin, it was all for the dough I get the club jumpin, cause I'm sick with flow You know it's sold out, like wherever I go I jam packed
't play that shit G-Unit do ya' thang My eyes low, hydro leakin' out that Tahoe I know G-Unit's them niggas I'ma ride fo' Nah hoe, I ain't stuntin',
'm around I play the block bumpin', it was all for the dough I get the club jumpin', cause I'm sick with the flow You know it's sold out, like wherever I go I jam packed
night With a bottle of haze, my weave is so tight I'm ready for some action, hands in the air Crystal over here in the club no beer Stuntin' bad girl
m a pimp so you can kiss where the sun don't shine I pull up in that platinum buggy Club high-acting lovely In the spot where it's packed and jumping
', stay fat, concerts goin', stay packed Ownership's goin', stay black, nigga, this is payback I scrape ya somethin' crawlin' to establishment Now I'm Country Club
me and my niggas, bout to clic up (up) Corner pocket going down, so you passin around and it will be big trucks (trucks) So you know that we love to stunt
I got a stash put up For the drought in the fall [Stone] Hot Boys vacating the pop Talk can back shit up The Feds call my 'hood a Payday 'cause it's packed
for the homies that lost they life up on the battle field Way before the record deals we pack steal, that's real Dropped a CD at every jackhead club
I'm around I play the block bumpin', it was all for the dough I get the club jumpin', 'cause I'm sick with flow You know it's sold out, like wherever I go I jam packed
lean I got green, bud, I serve dubs Like it ain't no thang I hang with OG Playas don't set trip Or you might get What we call a rat pack I don't slack
See, them other crews could not figure me It's the Mag and double ooh, got that fat CD Buck a crystal, hit a nigga with my club Willy Fake MC's getting
I need my coat on the young nigga with the shades and the gold fronts why you stunt so hard you only live once I'm in the club real high and I'm real
our dro & We qot our own hoe & you kno we stuntin (on you) (roscoe dash) Roscoe when I ball off in the club I be stuntin like its nunthin Yt qot that pack
my world I'm in my car I'm stunting in my car You know I'm in my car I'm stunting in my car My car (verse 2) from the car to the club hella boppas
I got a stash put up For the drought in the fall [Stone] Hot Boys vacating the pop Talk can back shit up The Feds call my 'hood a Payday Cuz it's packed