[Skit: club bouncer]
Aww shit... not these niggas again!
Ayo, listen!
I'm only lettin' five of you motherfuckers in here tonight
If your man ain't on the guest list
He get to the back of the fuckin' line
And you know another motherfuckin' thing?
I don't give a fuck if a bitch spill a drink
In this motherfucker tonight
I'm kickin' all y'all the fuck outta here
[Intro: Method Man]
Uhh
Muh'fuckers be up in the club scared to fuckin' death
Nigga, if you scared why don't yo' ass just stay the fuck home
Check it out, uhh
[Verse 1]
Me and mines at the door, ain't tryna pay your fee
Stop playin', you fuckin' with me, I push my way in
Bum rush, there's plenty of us to tear the club up
Guzzlin' Bacardi and such, I split a Dutch
Bouncer nigga lookin' like he want war
Now I ain't the one you got to front, pah, pattin' me down like the law
As I stumble in the party
Topsey off the lime and Bacardi for sure
Loungin' near the bar section, rolled the L and kept steppin'
Concealed weapon, razor sharp
Blue star hatchet in the sleeve of my jacket
Who that kid, on the dance floor lookin' for matches?
Burn somethin', one toke got me blasted
Took another toke then I passed it, choke!
Fantastic, herb ain't no joke
Especially that indo smoke mixed with hashish
Ladies on the dance floor, shakin' they asses
Got millon dollar broke niggas, that makin' passes
Honey with the eye glasses, body work is Boombastic
Skin like blackberry molasses, mmmmm
At last it's time to step and make her mine
Niggas headin' toward the bathroom tuckin' they shines
Brothers got to keep it movin, playin with kids
That won't hesitate to snatch a Cuban
You know what this is...
[Interlude]
("Yo, Duke, that's your diamonds right there, God?
Yo, that shit'll go right where my people ain't right now, nigga"
"Yo, don't touch my shit!")
[Verse 2]
Now it's on in the lavatory, I heard a scream
End of story couldn't find shorty, party scenes
Now a fucked up chaotic thing, won't be long
Before the sirens intervene, the territory
Can't we all get along, without the ruckus
Got big bouncin' muh'fuckers, tryna rush us
I can take a hint, what? Can smell the stench
Of a hell bent environment, the odds against us
Back to the wall, y'all, refuse to fall
All hands on deck, yes, prepare to brawl
Uhh, every time I try to have a good time, why?
Somebody always fuckin' it up, killin my high, damn
Monkey wrench the whole program, party over
By that time I'm dead sober
In the midst of this whole shit fo' soldiers, dead gone
You can tell that they was heat holders
Everybody hit the deck when they expose TEC, I fled the set
Bitch slipped and caught a broke neck, some Brooklyn kids
Rushed the coat check, they whole set, stompin' Duke
Half to death and took his Rolex, it's horrible
Like a front page article, Mister Pitiful
About a step away now we critical, uhh
As I boned out I thought I heard the people shout
"Niggas!", yeah, cold turn the party out!
[Outro]
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