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2nd II None - "Up n Da Club"
Lyrics to Up n Da Club : 2-2-0 [Chorus] Up in da club (Where You chillin for the summer, homey') Up in da club (Jump in the stretch, help me run it) Up in da club (Fly ladies from all the walls) Up in da club (With my beats Im fadin all a yall) Up in da club (Can a playa spend his double life) Up in da club (Before she shank me with a butter knife) Up in da club (Upper lover or lower life) Up in da club (Still the same when we go inside) [Verse 1] If You lookin for a man with a bulge in his pants Who really aint trippin about a one night stand Ill be that dude thatll leave you wishin Whos floatin in ya love pot, strictly fishin See, baby, lookin cute with a bathing sute Pants like all in the ass without the zoom Im gangsta, baby dont you know we keep the heaters hot Summertime, when we grind bumpin on yo block In the club smokin trees, drinkin hennessey Crack a scarp to the fullest is my strap, G Aint no need for gangsta deeds Now put ya drinks in the air and throw a toast to me Cause Im off the red eye flight Flyin for the ladies in the tights Tell me what you like Fast or slow' In my car or on dubs' A straight fuckin while we buckin, baby [CHORUS] [Verse 2] Now cant hang, got a space at the back of the club, low key I did my thang in the car thats why I skip past the broad Got my eyes on tight, Im headed straight for a corner Got my eyes on this freak with 10 suckas all upon her The type that claim they fly and fresh Yappin like hoes bout who got the best Rolex sweat Drinchin all on my head and my shirt Its time to shake my buzz, grab a skirt and go to work Crack the dance floor wit me but dont hurt ya self Nice at the summertime (Oh Yeah) The tricks come to spend a lot On these tricks off the knot Thats why they get with pockets ripped to they socks Damn! These pretty hoes comin in flocks Talkin about how many freaks I got Thats why, sometimes I go for a minute & shake the spot Its either too damn crowded or hell-a-hot [CHORUS] [Verse 3] Yeah, ho is Dolce & Gabanna, ya mama In the six rebel Big face, she wanna know how my hit tastes Yeah, I remember these freaks by face Or they nipples or they cheeks to the belly chains on they waist Most of yall easin knuckles, Cartier belt buckles Lookin for a nigga to hustle Shit, Im the next multi-million dollar black man For all yall aint grizzlin niggas Take shake the sound stand Quik gotta beat thatll cost a hundred grand Party from LA, Terrio to Japan If you in the sand, throw up, up ya hands If you in the hood with the leathernwood Let these hoes know 2-2-0 got the do-do Find me on the net, dot com the text VISA, Mastercard, American Express [Chorus Till Fade] [ Up n Da Club Lyrics ]
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