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[feat. Killer Mike, Chamillionaire, Young Jeezy] [Chorus x2: Killer Mike] This the shit that happen when we go out on the town This the shit that happen when we go out on the town Bottles get to poppin and the bitches get to jockin And the kush that we be smokin on be loud [Killer Mike:] Pull up to the club you can hear the car run Tell the dopeman sed you know I gotta gun Promoter already paid my money I'm a make it rain on sugar and honey Bibba baby bibba baby ball like a dog This enough for me to go wax both ya'll Me and my clique be the t-shirt gang Hittin niggas deep goin bang bang bang Black tee, black tee bottles in the air Niggas brought jay, me and meech back here Niggas stay charblack back don't stick Niggas say tearwawy white black on dick So respect my mind, respect my grind Walk on past don't expect no line Twenty young brauds like a cheerleading squad All they wanna do is hang out with the stars All they wanna do is get high like the moon SongtexteTake a nigga back to a hotel room Sex drugs rap bro yea we on it La tonight miami in the mornin Know a nigga had to hit it quicker than a mention Know a nigga had to do the same shit again Know my next show in the city of sin Tip back home and we at it again [Chorus x2] [Chamillionaire:] Yeah, All of my boys rep h.o.u I tell em that the boys stay so true Reason that the panamera paint so blue Be the reason that the braud say she ain't your boo All of these brauds yea 8 plus 2 Big up to my jamiacan crew Ain't no part that I ain't done flew This is my home and the bank is too Stunt so hard got 25 racks Spent 2 so it's 23 to be exact Big money takes small your money get jacked Your money on break mine finna run laps Takin ya to school cause I know ya'll flunk Shout at hard as me then I know ya'll drunk Speakers in the trunk that ya know gon thump Got the trunk sitting higher than a pole vault jump Plenty bad brauds wearin bobs and weaves After I hit em I'm goin bob then weave Can't talk if ya ain't talking g's Money talks then ya know I gotta talk in sleep Ain't too bright but her body look right Now she askin me what my account look like Dot dot dot like a pac man bite Yea excetera I tell her that's a sample tight [Chorus x2] [Young Jeezy:] Let go, get the car meet me in the old valley From everything new to the old Chevroley Half of them them bitches ain't got no top Half of them bitches part brand new trucks All them bitches got brand new wheels None of my niggers ain't got no deal None of my niggers ain't got no job All of my niggers got 2-3 cars What you mean nigger ain't got no care Like telling og ain't got no air Don't look now a nigger sick on the stage Buy a sack and a whip ya know nigger got a raise How you know a nigg get all that work Could of got 3 or 4 knicks for a shirt Why a nigger name so hot in the city Cause they got a 3-4 spots in the city Some on the east, hard on the west, smoke on the south side Yo all know the rest 32 old and it ain't no blood, ain't coping no stone and it ain't no watts Hit it in the front and it ain't no coupe, ain; t come from la then it ain't no Snoop GA baby wanna smoke that brown, your name ain't Young and this ain't your town None said pussy like the 3 rose, keep it lock in a pot they say free jose None say chips like free do lay, keep playing that young like go deejay Matter of fact all free all my niggers gotta sip for all my niggers Know what I did that you might bea legend one more time and I might spit seven [Chorus x2] Aus Songtexte Mania