Intro: club bouncer
Aww shit... not these niggaz again!
Aiyyo listen!
Im only lettin five of you motherfuckers in here tonight
If your man aint on the guest list
He get to the BACJ of the fuckin line
And you know another motherfuckin thing?
I dont give a fuck if a bitch spill a drink
in this motherfucker tonight
Im kickin ALL yall the fuck outta here
[Method Man]
Uhh
Muhfuckers be up in the club scared to fuckin death
Nigga if you scared why dont yo ass just stay the fuck home
Check it out uhh
Me and mines at the door, aint tryin to pay your fees
Stop playin, you fuckin with me, I push my way in
Bum rush theres plenty of us to tear the club up
Guzzlin Bacardi and such, I split a Dutch
Bouncin nigga lookin like he want war
Now I aint 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 aint no joke
Especially that indo smoke mixed with hashish
Ladies on the dance floor, shakin they asses
Got millon dollar broke niggaz, that makin passes
Honey with the eye glasses, body work is Boombastic
Skin like blackberry molasses, mmmmm
At last its, time to step and make her mine
Niggas headin toward the bathroom tuckin they shines
Brothers got to keep it movin, playin with kids
that wont hesitate to snatch a Cuban
You know what this is...
(Yo Duke thats your diamonds right there God?
Yo that shitll go RIGHT where my people aint right now..
Yo dont touch my shit!)
Now its on in the lavatory, I heard a scream
End of story couldnt find shorty, party scenes
now a fucked up chaotic thing, wont be long
before the sirens intervene, the terrotory
Cant we all get along, without the ruckus
Got big bouncin muhfuckers, 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 yall, refuse to fall
All hands on deck yes, prepare to brawl
Uhh, every time I try to have a good time why?
Somebody always fuckin it up, killin my high, damn
Monkey wrench they whole program, party over
By that time Im dead sober
In the midst of this whole shit fo soldiers, dead gone
You can tell that they was heat holders
Everybody hit the deck when they expose tech, I fled the set
Bitch 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, its 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
NIGGAZ, yea cold turn the party out!
Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh
( sirens )