Intro: club bouncer
Aww shit... not these niggaz again!
Aiyyo listen!
I m only lettin five of you mother ers in here tonight
If your man ain t on the guest list
He get to the BACJ of the in line
And you know another mother in thing?
I don t give a if a bitch spill a drink
in this mother er tonight
I m kickin ALL y all the outta here
[Method Man]
Uhh
Muh ers be up in the club scared to in death
Nigga if you scared why don t yo ass just stay the home
Check it out uhh
Me and mines at the doorain t tryin to pay your fees
Stop playinyou in with meI push my way in
Bum rush there s plenty of us to tear the club up
Guzzlin Bacardi and suchI split a Dutch
Bouncin 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 Limon Bacardi for sure
Loungin near the bar sectionrolled the L
and kept steppinconcealed weaponrazor sharp
Blue star hatchetin the sleeve of my jacket
Who that kidon the dance floor lookin for matches?
Burn somethinone toke got me blasted
Took another toke then I passed itchoke!
Fantasticherb ain t no joke
Especially that indo smoke mixed with hashish
Ladies on the dance floorshakin they asses
Got millon dollar broke niggazthat makin passes
Honey with the eye glassesbody work is Boombastic
Skin like blackberry molassesmmmmm
At last it stime to step and make her mine
Niggas headin toward the bathroom tuckin they shines
Brothers got to keep it movinplayin with kids
that won t hesitate to snatch a Cuban
You know what this is...
("Yo Duke that s your diamonds right there God?
Yo that shit ll go RIGHT where my people ain t right now.."
"Yo don t touch my shit!")
Now it s on in the lavatoryI heard a scream
End of story couldn t find shortyparty scene s
now a ed up chaotic thingwon t be long
before the sirens intervenethe terrotory
Can t we all get alongwithout the ruckus
Got big bouncin muh erstryin to rush us
I can take a hintwhat? Can smell the stench
of a hell bent environmentthe odds against us
Back to the wall y allrefuse to fall
All hands on deck yesprepare to brawl
Uhhevery time I try to have a good time why?
Somebody always in it upkillin my highdamn
Monkey wrench they whole programparty over
By that time I m dead sober
In the midst of this whole shit fo soldiersdead gone
You can tell that they was heat holders
Everybody hit the deck when they expose techI fled the set
Bitch slipped and caught a broke necksome Brooklyn kids
rushed the coat checkthey whole setstompin Duke
half to death and took his Rolexit s horrible
Like a front page articleMister Pitiful
About a step away now we criticaluhh
As I boned out I heard the people shout
NIGGAZyea cold turn the party out!
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
( sirens )

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