The Club Song

Lyrics

[Intro: PEZ] Club fuck [Verse 1: PEZ & 360] Hey yo I called '6 on Thursday night (hello 360) So we could make plans for Friday night He said: "We could go drink a [?] bar" I was like "Yeah, that's my favourite spot" Nah I really called PEZ like yo man its me '6 Come 'round to my joint for some pre-drinks Mate, I'm already standing at the front door I've been here for ages. Yo, what the fuck for? An hour ago it was shut, so I knocked And you said you were comin'. Oh, fuck! I forgot Hey can you call us a taxi dad Nah, I've already ordered a maxi-cab What? What for? There's only you and me now Yeah, but fuck that, I wanna stretch my feet out Well hurry up, let's polish this bottle off Which bottle? The one at the bottle shop [Chorus] Let's go we need to get fucked up "I get down on the dance-floor" "Yeah, yeah" Let's go we need to get fucked up "Everybody jockin' me as soon as I step in the spot" "Okay, okay" [Verse 2: PEZ & 360] Yeah, as we cruise through the parking lot Step out while we're moving fuck waiting for the car to stop You know when me and '6 hit a nightclub That they're on our dicks so we don't need to line up It doesn't matter what the door price is 'Cause we give a little smile and we walk right in To the bar, to the girl on that all night shift Like "it's Forthwrite bitch, fucking pour my drink" Hey, tell her put more lime '6 (Does he want more lime?) Nah just put more ice in Did you do it? Yeah 'course I did Okay bitch, give us four more like this Hey, let's head to the old-school room We can get our dance on to some soulful tunes Ah man, I fuckin' hate this song Me too! Let's go and get some Jagerbombs (Nah) What do you want then? I'll have a whiskey and dry Just so I can peg it at this bitch in the white Why? Yo, she tryin' to give you the eye Nah man, I'm pretty sure that she's picking a fight Nah, forget that I feel like kickin' a rhyme Tell the DJ to fuckin' give me the mic Hey yo DJ this is '60, all right? He's gonna come up there and start spitting some rhymes [Interlude: 360 & PEZ] Hey yo this club's shit We know the manager yo, PEZ reckons he's a fuckwit Nah man, I reckon he's a good bloke Yeah, cheers for giving us that good coke [Mid-Verse: M-Phazes, PEZ & 360] Oi, get the fuck off the stage Settle down! Yeah, fuck off mate! What'd you say? You dudes looked pretty pissed I'll kick you's out! Mate we don't give a shit [Chorus] Let's go we need to get fucked up "I get down on the dance-floor" "Yeah, yeah" Let's go we need to get fucked up "Everybody jockin' me as soon as I step in the spot" "Okay, okay" [Verse 3: PEZ & 360] Shit yo, don't look now There's a rapper walking up with his notebook out "Hey '6 I got your album" Yeah, what are your thoughts bro? "Fuckin' sick" Yeah yeah I thought so "Oh, MCD, can I spit you a sixteen?" Nah, I gotta go over here with '60 Tell the DJ to chuck on a slow song Yeah, I wanna do the robot Hey yo, PEZ man, come to the bar now Nah, fuck man, I think I need to calm down I might just go and get a pass out What for mate? So I can go outside and pass out Ah, look at your little bitch arse PEZ mate, yo, I thought you could drink hard Here, you can have all my drink cards I don't need that shit, I've got a hip-flask [Chorus] I'm only here to get fucked up "I get down on the dance-floor" "Yeah, yeah" I'm only here to get fucked up "Everybody jockin' me as soon as I step in the spot" "Okay, okay" [Outro: PEZ, M-Phazes & Illy] Two more shots babe, let's do this Nope fellas, time to, time to go fellas, bar's closing up Nope, nuh! Mate, the girls finish... Ah, just stay for a couple! Ah ah ah ah, you heard him, three more! Listen, don't give them anymore Time to go fellas, time for you to leave Ah I don't know if it is time to go yet Mate, look at the fucking badge, you know what this means!? It means you're a fucking poof mate It means security! It means balls on your cheek Mate! Oi get the fuck out time to leave fellas Time for you to go home Protest You're fucking banned! You're banned Get your hands off me mate! We're chilling out All right, we're going mate We'll be back next week No you're not coming back here mate I'll see you in the morning bro You're not coming back to this club, mate Go to another fucking club Ah well, we'll be back Fuck well, you're not coming back here buddy We're coming, we're coming, nine o' clock Fuck off! Oi, cunt Nice face cunt See ya bro Yeah, yeah! Forthwrite bitch, you faggot Every fucking week