[Intro]

Keith Foster make it bang

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ayy, Members Only be the clique

Members Only, Members Only

[Verse 1: TankHead666]

Members Only be the clique, suck a dick, little bitch

Got money on my time and ain't no time for no bitch

Members Only be the clique, suck a dick, little bitch

Members Only be the clique, suck a dick, little bitch

And I know you bitches see us niggas shine in this shit

And the reason for that, 'cause we grindin' for this

Members Only be the clique, suck a dick, little bitch

Members Only be the clique, suck a dick, little bitch

[Verse 2: ratchet roach]

Members Only in this bitch, suck my dick, little bitch

Ratchet in this bitch, so you know I'm on that fuck shit

Yeah, Boss with double G's and a new chopstick

If a nigga try me, I'ma bust that bitch

Ayy, hol' up, roll-up in a drop-top (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

Where he at? Bet he lit, that's the hot spot

I'm in this bitch, ayo

Yeah, 'dem boys, you know we, tryna go home, playa' (What up ho?)

[Verse 3: Flyboy Tarantino]

On the block, hit my jack, when ya comin' through? (When ya comin' through?)

You would think I'm B.I.G the way I get the loot (The way I get the loot)

Both eyes wide open, they look at you (Huh)

Huh, she been acting messy and she think that's cute

That ain't gas in your blunt, boy, you smokin' boof (Boy, you smokin' boof)

Want a coupe wit' my bitch, hangin' out the roof (Skrr, skrr, skrr)

If it's pressure, we gon' bust, don't play me for a fool (Buh, buh)

Don't move 'cause my goons clutchin' on the tool (Huh)

Betty Boop shawty, she love how I groove (She love how I groove)

What I do, I know other niggas wanna do (What they wanna do)

Huh, copycattin' niggas movin' how I move (How I move)

When my platoon walk in the room, you better keep it cool

[Verse 4: Cooliecut]

Yuh, huh, yuh, top-notch (Yuh)

I'ma crack the nigga, no crack rock, uh (Ayy, ayy)

Five-five, uh

Hit a nigga with the .4-5-5, uh (Huh, yah)

Got a nigga runnin' like he hopscotch, uh (Okay)

I don't talk crazy, I'm a badmon, uh (Ayy)

Choke a nigga out, 6-1-9 (Hey, yuh)

6-1-9

[Verse 5: Bass Santana]

I might black

Just don't call me back, I'ma pop a flat

Make 'em nap

Runnin' fuckin' laps, they like, "Bass, relax"

Where you at?

Where I lay my head is where I lay my stacks

It's the gang

Members Only took ya soul, no coming back

[Verse 6: rawhool mane & Kid Trunks]

What you think? (Bitch)

Pull up to the clan hella deep (Bitch)

At the crib they put you to sleep (Bitch)

My niggas be wildin', they all need a shrink (Uh, huh)

I got your bitch smiling she wet like a sink (Ayy! Gling, gling)

(Ya dig? Ya dig?)

I'm guessing she island, the pussy was pink

I'm smoking exotic my eyes hell chink (Uh-huh)

Let's get on the beat, the choppa might ring (Ayy!)

[Verse 7: Kid Trunks]

Smokin' green like Yoshi (Uh)

We don't fuck with phonies (Uh, uh)

Bitch, I feel like Tony (Uh)

My shooter keep that 40 (Uh, uh)

I can't never trust a ho, the devil keep no phony (Uh, ya dig?)

Ya mama run up on me when she wanna be escorted (Uh, uh, uh)

I hit her, hit her

She call me, “Mister, Mister” (Uh, uh)

Just the other day she called while I was fuckin' on her sister

That shit ain't hard (Uh), that shit is really simple (Uh, uh)

Talk down, get popped like you a pimple (Pimple)

I can't lie, ratchet bleedin' like a menstrual (Uh, uh)

Input, you can't keep up with my mental (Uh, uh)

My teeth shine, I'ma go right to the dental (Uh, uh)

She suck my, she gon' blow it like a candle (Ayy!)

[Verse 8: Craig Xen]

Blowin' on me like a candle (Candle)

Suckin' on me like a vacuum

Members Only got a million opponents but none of them look like a match (Ooh)

Livin' this and that's a fact, triple six on the back of the Cadillac

License plate, up and down, I-10, ridin' with Roach and Tank (Woo!)

[Verse 9: Kin$oul]

Members Only be the clique (Huh), suck a dick, lil' bitch (Uh-huh)

Dope in the air (What? What?), disappear in the mist

I don't give a damn about this fuckin' rap shit

But I do like they way I sound on my ad-libs (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 10: SB]

Members Only be the motherfuckin' clique (Be the clique)

Had to dip and left a message on her lip (On her lip)

Bentley shit, I throw up B's just like I'm sick (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Gone through relationships a Tarantino hit

You think she wifey but she bench pressin' them dicks (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Master Splinter, boy, the way I hold a stick (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I predict me and my niggas gettin' rich (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

And if you posted like a stamp, then you get licked (Bitch)