Текст песни
Nigga’s in the club gettin' real buck
Nigga’s in the club gettin' real buck
Now my nigga’s in the club gettin' real buck
Now my nigga’s in the club gettin' real buck
It’s kind of hard to keep a fuckin' mil
If yo' name ain’t Holyfield
Kick back in the MC resident
Countin' dollar bills
Make me kick in a liquor store
Stop in get a Tangaray
Peel a chin in the wind
Ballin' hittin' the freeway
Ain’t no slippin' in the street
Five-O on my ass gee
Three car deep after me
Ballin' down through SPV
Gangsta' man still the same
Clear me as you see me pass
Holler when I holler, time to dip up in another past
Rip it up, open it up can I get a Newport?
Pass me one, thank you, sir
Got your whole ankle short
Ya-da-yo givin' shouts
Steve in Bone taught me that
Straight from the Bounds, lay it down
If they cool with Gangsta Blac
All my nigga’s gettin' buck
Bet this on my D-Zick
Throw the mic, 'cause I’m so hype and
Hoe this just beginning
Bury shit, fuckin' hoes, ain’t that the way it’s supposed to go
Fuck 'em slow, let 'em know
Time to hit the dirt hoe
Nigga’s in the club gettin' real buck
Nigga’s in the club gettin' real buck
Now my nigga’s in the club gettin' real buck
Now my nigga’s in the club gettin' real buck
Wassup to all them people’s rumours
That’s been said 'bout folks from Ana
Creepin' through the back with a fuckin' gage
Ready to ram and jam ya'
All these fuckin' slugs up in yo' ass
If I up and find ya'
Mouth, full of lit firecrackers
Star spangled banner
Reassess pieces on yo' body
Hittin' them bitches watch 'em drool
Jack be nimble be quick but, Jack he ain’t no damn fool
Hoe you must be high downfall
For the nigga, De-De gone with yo bad self
Hoe you need to fuckin' quick
Ain’t no drunk lookin' good
Ain’t no killer I wish I would
I buck down all you lemon
Put them jackets on my neighbourhood
Cock my nine, feelin' fine
In case the run they mouth
Wassup bitch is you mad, cause we from the South
To you, motor mouth suckers, come in get some of this
Nosiness, wig split stay up out my business
Ride 'em up Escalade, down to the mighty sky
To ya' hoe, see ya hoe in hell cause it’s time to die
Nigga’s in the club gettin' real buck
Nigga’s in the club gettin' real buck
Now my nigga’s in the club gettin' real buck
Now my nigga’s in the club gettin' real buck
Ain’t no fuckin' simple man
Take no bullet for no nigga
Trick you must can’t understand
Hoe how the fuck you figure
Not with all that reppin' shit
Not with all that Football shit
All about roastin' a bitch
All about makin' it rich
Hood Rat mean’s a group of hoes
Slurpin' on yo nut sac’s
Sac’s of weed is what I need
To keep my brain on this track
Chu-Chu watch me choke as
I blow out a cloud of smoke
Hypnotize civilize, got dope hold it though
Time to find my nigga, let me ride in yo' Pontiac
Funk it up, or ride in the white Chevy with the bumpin' back
Fuck you, bitches, this for girls and plenty niggas
Fuck killer realer we grip hands on the trigger
Yo nine grip my dick, nigga I don’t give a shit
Paul in lil' man got my back, two nigga’s you can’t deal with
Bustin' through the crowd like a crash
Dead in yo gut, now my nigga’s deep
Gettin' real buck
Nigga’s in the club gettin' real buck
Nigga’s in the club gettin' real buck
Now my nigga’s in the club gettin' real buck
Now my nigga’s in the club gettin' real buck