In The Club

Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Clue] William M. �Holla! DJ Clue! Desert Storm! Beanie Sigel! You know how it get in the club! Fat shout �Timbaland! Missy! Big shouts to Aaliyah! Whaaaat! [Verse 1: Beanie Sigel] I'm back at the club with the snub, twistin' up dubs Sippin on Cris', 'bout to snatch your bitch You see the wrists, see the neck, see the arm, see the charm See my click, what the fuck, man? We rich When we step in the spot, performin' or not You know what went down man, we shut shit down From the cars outside, you can tell we there When the bar's sold out and ain't no Belvedere No crowd control and the cops is scared You know, thethe Rocthe Roc was here Catch Mack, V.I.P.section of the place With the weapon on his waist, two steppin' to the bass I don't dance, I just move the crowd And keep a big ass tool that's loud, that'll move the crowd Only play the club, dawg, if the music loud Just boots, strictly Airs, no shoes allowed what? [Chorus: Beanie Sigel] You know how it get in the club We came to throw bows, we came to get it crunk, we came to make it jump You know how it get in the club We came to pop shit, we came to pull chicks, we came to ride You know how it get in the club You know we came deep, in four or five jeeps, we came to wild You know how it get in the club See me, V.I.P., rollin' up trees, we came to get high [Verse 2: Beanie Sigel] Beanie Sigs, baby, y'all can't touch the boy Every time I hit the club, people rush the door Buck 50 cuts and more, sluts and whores Niggas ice grillin' like they wanna touch the floor All that when Mack perform "Who The Fuck Want What" man, they buck when that come on Bitches givin' up butt when Mack perform Everybody, hands up, when that track come on Roll up, nigga, let's get on You know how we do, bitches in them see-through dresses on Double shots of Henny rock, all night lemon drops 'Til they touchin, have 'em touchin'other women's spots Late night, club night, you know what Mack like Late night, club night, Mack attracts dykes All night m�nage � trois, who came to get ride? Who came to get high? (What the fuck? Uh!) [Chorus: Beanie Sigel] You know how it get in the club We came to throw bows, we came to get it crunk, we came to make it jump You know how it get in the club We came to pop shit, we came to pull chicks, we came to ride You know how it get in the club You know we came deep, in four or five jeeps, we came to wild You know how it get in the club See me, V.I.P., rollin' up trees, we came to get high [Verse 3: Beanie Sigel] Last call for alcohol, all drinks on me Just boots, jean suits, no minks on me Bandanas, willy links on me Alright maybe a watch, of course Roc, what you think on me? Same thing with the squad, what you think on Bleek? Beef?! Come on, dog �who you think gon' bleed? Not Mack never slip in the club Four-fif' in the club, told y'all never slip in the club Niggas hit, like "shit, how that get in the club?!" You think I'm playin' when I'm sayin' shit'll drip in the club? Man, I come to turn out the show, turn out a ho Before I bounce, burn an ounce of 'dro Throw back an ounce of snow, bounce with dough Squad deep, all with heat, and the bouncers know Back the fuck up, dawg, or the rounds'll blow Man, a thug in the club? Y'all know how it go, shit [Chorus: Beanie Sigel] You know how it get in the club We came to throw bows, we came to get it crunk, we came to make it jump You know how it get in the club We came to pop shit, we came to pull chicks, we came to ride You know how it get in the club You know we came deep, in four or five jeeps, we came to wild You know how it get in the club See me, V.I.P., rollin' up trees, we came to get high [Outro Chorus: Beanie Sigel] You know how it get in the club We came to throw bows, we came to get it crunk, we came to make it jump You know how it get in the club We came to get fucked, we came to get buck man, I don't give a fuck You know how it get in the club Who came to get cut? Who want to get buck? I don't give a fuck You know how it get in the club (That's right) Sigel Sigel never slip in the club uh! (What?) [Outro Shouts: DJ Clue] Yeah! DJ Clue! 'Hard Knock Life' soundtrack: Backstage You know how we do! Roc-A-Fella! Put it on! Fat shout Beat Street, Downtown Brooklyn! Gary, Tracy... Goldfinga! Matt! Ha-haaaa!