Lyrics

[Intro: Nottz] Yeah, yeah (Uh), uh [Verse 1: Nottz] Now, this club ain't built, dawg, fa all of us We tear this fucka up, straight fuck the fucka up Collapse the ceilings, caved-in walls 'n shit Or find a 'Lac parked at the bar in the bitch All you small-time fucks, magnify this shit Snap a picture, this is how we do in the bitch Fuck the ass-shakin', better get ya ass to vacatin' 'Fore you fill the extra spot on a morgue statement DMP's the squad, motherfucka, don't forget it Act senile if ya want and watch them things start to hittin' Ya legs, arm, head, ya ass 'bout ta fall off This ride is type dangerous, pa – you shoulda jumped off It be I, Nottz Raw, wit' J. D-I We keep it crackalackin' from the V to The D (D) We keep it crackalackin' from the V to The D (The D) We keep it crackalackin' from the V to The D The D (D), D (D), D (D)... [Chorus: J Dilla & Boogie] Up in the club Up in the club Up in the club (Uh, I told y'all, uh) [Verse 2: Boogie] I don't dance, youngin', back of the club (Back of the club) Chicks around me, yeah, they family, they let the Mac in the club (Aha) Lean back, hater, you don't want to get trapped in the club (Trapped in the club) Slapped in the club (Slapped), beat down, boom-bapped in the club, fucka It'll get so ugly, Boogie like the Emperor with a New Groove You could look, but don't touch me (Uh-huh) Rolled in like a hundred deep Wit' niggas that got no real name, like Murder and Street (What up?) A bad drinker face, probably hurl in your sink (Ill) Lookin' for shorties with heels, probably hurtin' their feet (Uh-huh) Get 'em drunk and we ready to dip That's why I'm at the bar wit' her, like "Go ahead, take one more sip" Dirty rolled in on 700s like a bike club Fuck around and turn this nightclub into a Fight Club Might hurt somebody, this ain't no fuckin' rap DMP, J Dilla, who's fuckin' wit dat, huh? [Chorus: J Dilla] Up in the club Up in the club Up in the club