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[Intro: Movie Dialogue] "And you drinking...uhhh" "What you drinking?" "Champagne" "Champagne, Champagne Cocktail?" He's been hot for decades! [Verse 1: Keak Da Sneak] On beat like the drum kick 5 star chick in my suite, having fun with it Back it up and dump it when I'm pumping girl, come on wit it Close range thumping, thump busting, long gun, get it? On it like I want it, yeah I fell before That was 2FL, now that story I don't tell no more I don't do it like them, I do it like me Had the whole word hyphy "yadadada like Keak" Peeking when I'm squeaking in the side By the swag and the bag, made me never know...doubt it Headliner's tax, line around the corner crowd And you like this club? I'll buy them, see us about it Don't gotta get down to my music And I can show you way better, take me through Girlie wake at A.M. at the 1 O'clock, wanna snooze Lose if you confused, when you fall in the door, you choose [Hook: Unknown Singer] I see you in the club, attacked by all these scrubs They tryna buy you shots, they tryna show you love Baby, let me switch your format, format, format Your format, baby, let me switch your format [Verse 2: Keak Da Sneak] No PC, I'm a Mac Rented red apples, no oranges, and the slim backs Go giddy on a britty, take take that Spent about an hour, took you years just to make that Let me show you how I rock baby, off top Fuck just looking, window shopping, trying on, and copping A lot of life, it's your life, baby, look alive We don't do tax when the price is the right size I'm being paid for my work, top dollar Write publishing, I write these checks for the rest of my life My kids' kids gone be straight, and they kids', kids', kids', kids' gon be looking great I'm tryna put you on this hype Meth off track, backtrack, rack making right Sky the limits, not afraid of heights In my palms, itching for the scratch like a spider bite [Hook: Unknown Singer] I see you in the club, attacked by all these scrubs They tryna buy you shots, they tryna show you love Baby, let me switch your format, format, format Your format, baby, let me switch your format [Verse 3: Keak Da Sneak] Format switching, hit her with the whoopty whup Goin for the dough and you knowin I'll never stop Never say never? Whatever nigga, never would I'ma leave the spot when Task hit, but never shake the hood It's good, it's all of us sitting, gripping wood Rolling in the back, piss sack, twist a pack of woods Doing what I wanna like I should, suckas what they could With them 3rd legs on the head of the bigfoot You know what that mean, rocking 13 I'ma make you feel good and hurry 'fore the skirt clean Taking trips outerspace on these earthlings See what I see, you all in the door from the turf rings Don't gotta be doubting my music And a nigga show you way better than taking you? Prove it Only waking game like an alarm clock when you're snoozing Lose if you confused, when you fall in the door, you choose [Hook: Unknown Singer] I see you in the club, attacked by all these scrubs They tryna buy you shots, they tryna show you love Baby, let me switch your format, format, format Your format, baby, let me switch your format Yeah!