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Intro: club bouncer
Aww s**t... not these again!
Aiyyo listen!
I'm only lettin five of you motherfkers in here tonight
If your man ain't on the guest list
He get to the BACJ of the fkin line
And you know another motherfkin thing?
I don't give a fk if a b*tch spill a drink
in this motherfker tonight
I'm kickin ALL y'all the fk outta here
Method Man
Uhh
Muh'fkers be up in the club scared to fkin death
nigg* if you scared why don't yo' as* just stay the fk home
Check it out uhh
Me and mines at the door, ain't tryin to pay your fees
Stop playin, you fkin 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
Bouncin nigg* 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 Limon 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 , 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
headin toward the bathroom tuckin they shines
Brothers got to keep it movin, playin with kids
that won't hesitate to sn*tch a Cuban
You know what this is...
("Yo Duke that's your diamonds right there God?
Yo that s**t'll go RIGHT where my people ain't right now.."
"Yo don't touch my s**t!")
Now it's on in the lavatory, I heard a scream
End of story couldn't find shorty, party scene's
now a fked up chaotic thing, won't be long
before the sirens intervene, the terrotory
Can't we all get along, without the ruckus
Got big bouncin muh'fkers, tryin to 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 fkin it up, killin my high, d*mn
Monkey wrench they whole program, party over
By that time I'm dead sober
In the midst of this whole s**t fo' soldiers, dead gone
You can tell that they was heat holders
Everybody hit the deck when they expose tech, I fled the set
b*tch 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 heard the people shout
, yea cold turn the party out!
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
( sirens )
