"In The Club" lyrics
[DJ Clue:]
William – M. – Holler!
DJ Clue! Desert Storm! Beanie Sigel!
You know how it get in the club!
Fat shout – Timbaland! Missy!
Big shouts to Aaliyah!
What!
[Beanie Sigel:]
I'm back at the club with the snub, twistin' up dubs
Sippin on Cris', 'bout to snatch your bitch
You see the wrists, see the neck, see the arm, see the charm
See my click, what the fuck, man? We rich
When we step in the spot, performin' or not
You know what went down – man, we shut shit down
From the cars outside, you can tell we there
When the bar's sold out and ain't no Belvedere
No crowd control and the cops is scared
You know, the–the Roc–the Roc was here
Catch Mack, V.I.P. section of the place
With the weapon on his waist, two steppin' to the bass
I don't dance, I just move the crowd
And keep a big ass tool that's loud, that'll move the crowd
Only play the club, dog, if the music loud
Just boots, strictly Airs, no shoes allowed – what?
You know how it get in the club
We came to throw bows, we came to get it crunk, we came to make it jump
You know how it get in the club
We came to pop shit, we came to pull chicks, we came to ride
You know how it get in the club
You know we came deep, in four or five jeeps, we came to wild
You know how it get in the club
See me, V.I.P., rollin' up trees, we came to get high
Beanie Sigs, baby, y'all can't touch the boy
Every time I hit the club, people rush the door
Buck 50 cuts and more, sluts and whores
Niggas ice grillin' like they wanna touch the floor
All that when Mack perform
"Who The Fuck Want What" – man, they buck when that come on
Bitches givin' up butt when Mack perform
Everybody, hands up, when that track come on
Roll up, nigga, let's get on
You know how we do, bitches in them see-through dresses on
Double shots of Henny rock, all night lemon drops
'Til they touchin, have 'em touchin' other women's spots
Late night, club night, you know what Mack like
Late night, club night, Mack attracts dykes
All night ménage à trois, who came to get ride?
Who came to get high? (What the fuck? Uh!)
You know how it get in the club
We came to throw bows, we came to get it crunk, we came to make it jump
You know how it get in the club
We came to pop shit, we came to pull chicks, we came to ride
You know how it get in the club
You know we came deep, in four or five jeeps, we came to wild
You know how it get in the club
See me, V.I.P., rollin' up trees, we came to get high
Last call for alcohol, all drinks on me
Just boots, jean suits, no minks on me
Bandanas, willy links on me
Alright – maybe a watch, of course Roc, what you think on me?
Same thing with the squad, what you think on Bleek?
Beef?! Come on, dog – who you think gon' bleed?
Not Mack – never slip in the club
Four-fif' in the club, told y'all – never slip in the club
Niggas hit, like "Shit! How that get in the club?!"
You think I'm playin' when I'm sayin' shit'll drip in the club?
Man, I come to turn out the show, turn out a ho
Before I bounce, burn an ounce of 'dro
Throw back an ounce of snow, bounce with dough
Squad deep, all with heat, and the bouncers know
Back the fuck up, dog, or the rounds'll blow
Man, a thug in the club? Y'all know how it go, shit
You know how it get in the club
We came to throw bows, we came to get it crunk, we came to make it jump
You know how it get in the club
We came to pop shit, we came to pull chicks, we came to ride
You know how it get in the club
You know we came deep, in four or five jeeps, we came to wild
You know how it get in the club
See me, V.I.P., rollin' up trees, we came to get high
You know how it get in the club
We came to throw bows, we came to get it crunk, we came to make it jump
You know how it get in the club
We came to get fucked, we came to get buck – man, I don't give a fuck
You know how it get in the club
Who came to get cut? Who want to get buck? I don't give a fuck
You know how it get in the club
(That's right) Sigel Sigel never slip in the club – uh! (What?)
[DJ Clue:]
Yeah! DJ Clue! 'Hard Knock Life' soundtrack: Backstage
You know how we do!
Roc-A-Fella!
Put it on!
Fat shout – Beat Street, Downtown Brooklyn! Gary, Tracy...
Goldfinga! Matt!
Ha-ha!
William – M. – Holler!
DJ Clue! Desert Storm! Beanie Sigel!
You know how it get in the club!
Fat shout – Timbaland! Missy!
Big shouts to Aaliyah!
What!
[Beanie Sigel:]
I'm back at the club with the snub, twistin' up dubs
Sippin on Cris', 'bout to snatch your bitch
You see the wrists, see the neck, see the arm, see the charm
See my click, what the fuck, man? We rich
When we step in the spot, performin' or not
You know what went down – man, we shut shit down
From the cars outside, you can tell we there
When the bar's sold out and ain't no Belvedere
No crowd control and the cops is scared
You know, the–the Roc–the Roc was here
Catch Mack, V.I.P. section of the place
With the weapon on his waist, two steppin' to the bass
I don't dance, I just move the crowd
And keep a big ass tool that's loud, that'll move the crowd
Only play the club, dog, if the music loud
Just boots, strictly Airs, no shoes allowed – what?
You know how it get in the club
We came to throw bows, we came to get it crunk, we came to make it jump
You know how it get in the club
We came to pop shit, we came to pull chicks, we came to ride
You know how it get in the club
You know we came deep, in four or five jeeps, we came to wild
You know how it get in the club
See me, V.I.P., rollin' up trees, we came to get high
Beanie Sigs, baby, y'all can't touch the boy
Every time I hit the club, people rush the door
Buck 50 cuts and more, sluts and whores
Niggas ice grillin' like they wanna touch the floor
All that when Mack perform
"Who The Fuck Want What" – man, they buck when that come on
Bitches givin' up butt when Mack perform
Everybody, hands up, when that track come on
Roll up, nigga, let's get on
You know how we do, bitches in them see-through dresses on
Double shots of Henny rock, all night lemon drops
'Til they touchin, have 'em touchin' other women's spots
Late night, club night, you know what Mack like
Late night, club night, Mack attracts dykes
All night ménage à trois, who came to get ride?
Who came to get high? (What the fuck? Uh!)
You know how it get in the club
We came to throw bows, we came to get it crunk, we came to make it jump
You know how it get in the club
We came to pop shit, we came to pull chicks, we came to ride
You know how it get in the club
You know we came deep, in four or five jeeps, we came to wild
You know how it get in the club
See me, V.I.P., rollin' up trees, we came to get high
Last call for alcohol, all drinks on me
Just boots, jean suits, no minks on me
Bandanas, willy links on me
Alright – maybe a watch, of course Roc, what you think on me?
Same thing with the squad, what you think on Bleek?
Beef?! Come on, dog – who you think gon' bleed?
Not Mack – never slip in the club
Four-fif' in the club, told y'all – never slip in the club
Niggas hit, like "Shit! How that get in the club?!"
You think I'm playin' when I'm sayin' shit'll drip in the club?
Man, I come to turn out the show, turn out a ho
Before I bounce, burn an ounce of 'dro
Throw back an ounce of snow, bounce with dough
Squad deep, all with heat, and the bouncers know
Back the fuck up, dog, or the rounds'll blow
Man, a thug in the club? Y'all know how it go, shit
You know how it get in the club
We came to throw bows, we came to get it crunk, we came to make it jump
You know how it get in the club
We came to pop shit, we came to pull chicks, we came to ride
You know how it get in the club
You know we came deep, in four or five jeeps, we came to wild
You know how it get in the club
See me, V.I.P., rollin' up trees, we came to get high
You know how it get in the club
We came to throw bows, we came to get it crunk, we came to make it jump
You know how it get in the club
We came to get fucked, we came to get buck – man, I don't give a fuck
You know how it get in the club
Who came to get cut? Who want to get buck? I don't give a fuck
You know how it get in the club
(That's right) Sigel Sigel never slip in the club – uh! (What?)
[DJ Clue:]
Yeah! DJ Clue! 'Hard Knock Life' soundtrack: Backstage
You know how we do!
Roc-A-Fella!
Put it on!
Fat shout – Beat Street, Downtown Brooklyn! Gary, Tracy...
Goldfinga! Matt!
Ha-ha!
