"We In The Club" lyrics
It's beastmode
We in the pill form, man
It's real life
Y'all niggas know who the remix king is, man
Doing this shit
Got my niggas and all that, man
Little New York money
It's your fucking boy
You know how we fuck with them hoes down for the two-one-two
Yo, I got niggas that don't even like rap (Uh)
Hollerin' about, "Like, Max, you hot, nigga, when your album comin' out?"
Got lil' niggas mamas finding llamas in the house (Uh)
Leanin' like dope fiends, slobberin' out the mouth
Fuck you hollerin' about? (Yeah)
Skateboard niggas, I'm a 69 Chevy Impala from the south (Come on)
You cap in everything you say
Ladies love Max like they love Cool-J
Slugs in your toupee, on your Gray new fitted
Mix the coke in the skillet, make a Soufflé wit' it (They did it)
Nigga, we winning on the side
Got the Timbs with the lil' trees spinnin' on the side
Leave you spinnin' on the glide (Yeah)
Hustle real hard on the block, stack chips, never spend it on a slide (Never)
Motherfucker, you see me grinnin' on the side
Leave your brains sittin' out your head, spinnin' when you die
If you fuck up more than a grand
I'ma load up the cannon and blow your pops away (Uh)
Scream Max (Yeah), Scream Max (Yeah), Scream Max (Yeah), Scream Max (Beast mode)
If you fuck up more than a grand
I'ma load up the cannon and (Uh) blow your pops away (Uh)
Scream Max (Yeah), Scream Max (Yeah), Scream Max (Yeah), Scream Max (Beast mode)
We blowin' all sorts of C-notes
Pop ain't snort that cheap coke (Never)
Nigga, I pop your park or hawk your P-coat
Hack off your limbs, bitch, fork your meatloaf
Yeah (Uh-huh), I give you a heatstroke
Keep coke, get it all off of the speedboat (Get it off, nigga)
Uh, you the type of nigga that deepthroat (Yeah)
Watch Paid In Full, start thinking you Rico
I hit your granddaughter for the rent (Uh-huh)
Max got butter tan quarters on the strip (Yeah)
Tan Rover or the Bent (Yeah), either or, code the color six
Plus I got the camcorder on my Sprint
Damn, dog, you the shit (Uh), charm full of breeze
Move weight around the kitchen like I'm Dom DeLuise
Stay calm, nigga, please, there's bread on the stoop
Threw six head-cracks off a dead nigga boot
If you fuck up more than a grand
I'ma load up the cannon and blow your pops away (Yeah)
Scream Max (Yeah), Scream Max (Yeah), Scream Max (Yeah), Scream Max (Beast mode)
If you fuck up more than a grand
I'ma load up the cannon and blow your pops away (Uh-Huh)
Scream Max (Yeah), Scream Max (Yeah), Scream Max (Yeah), Scream Max (Beast mode)
We in the pill form, man
It's real life
Y'all niggas know who the remix king is, man
Doing this shit
Got my niggas and all that, man
Little New York money
It's your fucking boy
You know how we fuck with them hoes down for the two-one-two
Yo, I got niggas that don't even like rap (Uh)
Hollerin' about, "Like, Max, you hot, nigga, when your album comin' out?"
Got lil' niggas mamas finding llamas in the house (Uh)
Leanin' like dope fiends, slobberin' out the mouth
Fuck you hollerin' about? (Yeah)
Skateboard niggas, I'm a 69 Chevy Impala from the south (Come on)
You cap in everything you say
Ladies love Max like they love Cool-J
Slugs in your toupee, on your Gray new fitted
Mix the coke in the skillet, make a Soufflé wit' it (They did it)
Nigga, we winning on the side
Got the Timbs with the lil' trees spinnin' on the side
Leave you spinnin' on the glide (Yeah)
Hustle real hard on the block, stack chips, never spend it on a slide (Never)
Motherfucker, you see me grinnin' on the side
Leave your brains sittin' out your head, spinnin' when you die
If you fuck up more than a grand
I'ma load up the cannon and blow your pops away (Uh)
Scream Max (Yeah), Scream Max (Yeah), Scream Max (Yeah), Scream Max (Beast mode)
If you fuck up more than a grand
I'ma load up the cannon and (Uh) blow your pops away (Uh)
Scream Max (Yeah), Scream Max (Yeah), Scream Max (Yeah), Scream Max (Beast mode)
We blowin' all sorts of C-notes
Pop ain't snort that cheap coke (Never)
Nigga, I pop your park or hawk your P-coat
Hack off your limbs, bitch, fork your meatloaf
Yeah (Uh-huh), I give you a heatstroke
Keep coke, get it all off of the speedboat (Get it off, nigga)
Uh, you the type of nigga that deepthroat (Yeah)
Watch Paid In Full, start thinking you Rico
I hit your granddaughter for the rent (Uh-huh)
Max got butter tan quarters on the strip (Yeah)
Tan Rover or the Bent (Yeah), either or, code the color six
Plus I got the camcorder on my Sprint
Damn, dog, you the shit (Uh), charm full of breeze
Move weight around the kitchen like I'm Dom DeLuise
Stay calm, nigga, please, there's bread on the stoop
Threw six head-cracks off a dead nigga boot
If you fuck up more than a grand
I'ma load up the cannon and blow your pops away (Yeah)
Scream Max (Yeah), Scream Max (Yeah), Scream Max (Yeah), Scream Max (Beast mode)
If you fuck up more than a grand
I'ma load up the cannon and blow your pops away (Uh-Huh)
Scream Max (Yeah), Scream Max (Yeah), Scream Max (Yeah), Scream Max (Beast mode)
