Shut the Club Down
by Girl Talk
One, one, one, one, one One, one, one, one, one Whooo-eee! (Hey, hey you!) Ain't nothin' for me to come through and shut the club down Walk through the club me and mug haters down Drop a stack at the bar, a hundred Louis thirteen Posted up camouflage down to my feet, feet They lookin' at me like, who is, who is he? I straighten up yo boy, he raised in teh streets My name's Ramone and you can spell it when I step in yo room Take VI, Chevy go zoom I hit the club with a mug so mean Got them mother****ers like who the mother****er is that Then I hopped up out the car so clean Got them mother****ers like who the mother****er is that I'm like right, left, back, forth Yeah I got the money, mother****er that's of course Hit the stage with a b-boy stance The club owner like who the mother****er is that Hey, hey, you, you Get it quick, wanna jack No way, no way No slack Hey, hey, you, you Get it quick, wanna jack, no slack Rich Boy sellin' crack mother****er mother****ers wanna jack Mother****er tight no slack just bought a Cadillac Took it to the chop shop Got the damn top dropped two colored flip flopped Candy red lollipop There's hoes in the parking lot But i still got my glock mother****ed New money mother****er don't you see the big knot Don't you see the big chain Don't you see the big rims Wonder who they hatin' on lately Baby it's him candy paint, Gator skin seats call me Dun Dee pope in your hood I'm the one that you wanna be Haters wish they could feel the wood in my '83 Ridin' with no tint so the mother****ers know it's me Rich Boy sellin' crack Mother****er mother****ers wanna jack Mother****er tight no slack Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT MOTHER****ER!) Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT MOTHER****ER!) Just bought a Cadillac Rich boy sellin' crack Wanna jack No slack Sellin' crack Wanna jack No slack Lil mama, it's ya boy Youngin G5 dippin, lui vuitton luggage (ay) Gotta love it, ya boy so fly All the ladies go (ohhh) when a mother****er go by. Gucci on the feet, Marc Jacob on the thigh She wanna ride or die with ya boy in the mother****er. That's right, so I let her kiss the prince so boyfriend, she ain't missed him since. And everybody say, I remember way back when And everybody say, I remember way back when And everybody say, I remember way back when And everybody say, I remember way back when And everybody say, I remember way back when And everybody say, I remember way back when And everybody say, I remember way back when And everybody say, I remember way back when With a little bit of gold and a pager We don't give a **** With a little bit of gold and a pager We don't give a **** Hey!
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