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, hold that call
2 Drunk players leanin on tha wall
3 crazy dudes screamin alcohol
4 More youngins claimin that they ball
5 Bartenders and they all want leave
6 ugly chicks with some
ed up weaves
7 Other niggaz and they all look rough
8 thugs hollerin y'all don't want it with us
9 broads runnin off at the mouth
10 broads tryin to hear what they talkin bout
11 cute shorties that will hold that club
12 wannabe, gonna be, nuthin but scrubs
13 fights, sticks, bottles and pipes
14 police reading people 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, homey know I don't play
hop out the whip and we deal in the shade
cuz I gotta get straight, got an ounce of that grey
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 homey, so them hoes 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 face 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
Ay hoe, I gotta hear that sound
Slurp Slurp, take that spit
Turn everything off bruh [music stops]
Check out my outfit [music starts]
I'm in the club, smokin blunts with my thugs
Mommy show me luv and I never been a scrub
I'm walkin out, thought Lil One had a grudge, but he show me luv, 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.