Club Rockin

Lyrics

[Intro: Akon] Cause I be up in the club rockin' posted with a pocket full of cheese (OKAY) And you kno I keep dem convicts boppin' hold'n it down fa my G's [Verse 1: Chip tha Ripper] Ay we gon do it like dis Nawl we gon do it like dis Catch me n the middle of the sea like fish (like fish) Nope I'on got stacks on deck Got stacks n my pocket got stacks on my neck In the middle of the club with my hands in da air In da VIP coo with all da hoes down stairs I'on make bankrolls, I roll banks In my ice cream hoody coat check no thanks I'm a need a dodge ram pickup truck When I ride thru ya city and I pick up bucks yup yup I keep everything chill ova here I'm not Chip tha Rip, I'm Chip tha Frigidaire (bbuurr) Yea I'm da coldest with da flow Got a chevy on 4's I'm da throwdest on the road (yea) When I'm in da club take a look at me You can see da money n me I'm a certified G Tell em Akon [Hook: Akon & Chip tha Ripper] So throw yo hands in the sky, nigga If you a hustler, ride and do a die, nigga Gettin that money flippin pies, nigga And keep a big booty chick on the side, nigga Cause I be up in the club rockin' Posted with a pocket full of cheese (okay) And you know I keep them convicts boppin' Holdin' it down for my G's (hol' up, okay) [Verse 2: Chip tha Ripper] I'on be on gangster shit (why?) Cause niggas ain't really gangsters yet I'm runnin where I stay yeah thats clear Where da pussy boys at, call me Mr. Pap Smear Niggas think day all big and strong out here Naw that the alcohol had one too many beers Soon as ya sober up, tough man scared Then when I pull out the pump, tough man disappear Niggas is insecure, nah not me doe I sing to the money call me Bobby Valentino All I wanna do is see my first hundred grand I'm not a businessman I'm a business, man [Hook: Akon & Chip tha Ripper] So throw yo hands in the sky, nigga If you a hustler, ride and do a die, nigga Gettin that money flippin pies, nigga And keep a big booty chick on the side, nigga (uh) Cause I be up in the club rockin' Posted with a pocket full of cheese (okay) And you know I keep them convicts boppin' Holdin' it down for my G's (okay) [Verse 3: Chip tha Ripper] Call me the fuckin whip I make a fuckin grip I take these hoes an dingaling I didn't even wanna take a trip I get that money baby, I'on need no wallet Shit my money barely fit inside of my little pockets My shades skin and pradas I fuck a thin goddess You put up a shot and I will block it, call me Ben Wallace My jeans scream, yeah I walk around with a bundle You see my candy whip drippin its jolly rancher puddles (yea) I call my nigga shh for the hydro Dope fiends walk past you will knock on my do' I do what I does, I does what I do Call me grenade man, man kerplunk, I blew [Hook: Akon & Chip tha Ripper] So throw yo hands in the sky, nigga If you a hustler, ride and do a die, nigga Gettin that money flippin pies, nigga And keep a big booty chick on the side, nigga (uh) Cause I be up in the club rockin' Posted with a pocket full of cheese (okay) And you know I keep them convicts boppin' Holdin' it down for my G's-