In The Club

Lyrics

[Intro: Birdman and Lil Wayne] Squad tryna get rich quick Don't forget it motherfucker Eh Weezy, come on Party cause my squad up In New Orlans [?] We gon party, yep yep in the worst way Eh yo shawty, I'm tryna fuck on the first day [Chorus: Lil Wayne] You can find me in the club, pocket full of blunts To the HIV, [?] And I'm into getting head, I ain't tryna love and fuck [?] help me get stuck You can find me on the block, fist full of rocks And with my hand on my Glock, that shit gon pop And I don't stop, till your man on top [?] laying on top, yeah [Verse 1: T-Streets] Streets! When I pull up out front, we gon rush the club Everybody know I'm buck, so they usually show me love Got that tooly full of whole slugs, if a nigga hold a grudge When you fuck with Weezy baby, you got the hoes in love Get the lute and run, this is T-Streets, motherfucker Keep your eyes on my piece while I speak, motherfucker I eat, sleep shit trouble A nigga ain't crazy, I just want my shit double She can't be my lady, I just want them lips from them She gon do my clique, or [?] Just [?] spent Sittin on the hood, [?] Flippin up your hood with thhe fullest How your bitch gon say [?] We just good, getting it good That's why I bring the hood to your home, motherfucker [Chorus: Lil Wayne] You can find me in the club, pocket full of blunts To the HIV, [?] And I'm into getting head, I ain't tryna love and fuck [?] help me get stuck You can find me on the block, fist full of rocks And with my hand on my Glock, that shit gon pop And I don't stop, till your man on top [?] laying on top, yeah [Verse 2: Gudda Gudda] Gudda! Each hand a pistol, Gudda Gudda street man official Sweep with vengence, I rep the land of killers [?] [?] [?] But we only go to war about family issues So when we hit you, [?] Man they twist you, damb near flip you [?] And I ain't playing if my hands are sizzling [?] All I'm saying is Gudda man rise to the motherfuckin bridge is over The bridge is over, yeah Gotta keep my head to the clouds [?] [?] And the heater putting broozes on my hip I wish a nigga would trip [?] [Chorus: Lil Wayne] You can find me in the club, pocket full of blunts To the HIV, [?] And I'm into getting head, I ain't tryna love and fuck [?] help me get stuck You can find me on the block, fist full of rocks And with my hand on my Glock, that shit gon pop And I don't stop, till your man on top [?] laying on top, yeah [Verse 3: Kidd Kidd] Kidd! I hit the club, where the bitches at? You know when I come through, the thug niggas [?] [?] [?] slugs [?] [?] Where your clicque at, motherfucker You are what you eat, straight pussy So I don't pay attention to the shit you say to me I'm in my zone till I'm [?] Ain't a nigga in my clique [?] And we don't ball [?] We know how to survive off comisary And I'm one of a kind man, not your normal artist [?] Me and my squad tight like Tom and Jerry On the set where we get wetter than leaks We get a new freak and hit her for free Every show smoke og And I ain't gon fuck them if [?]