Ambassadors Night

Lyrics

[Intro: Clyde Carson, E-40, Big Von] *phone rings* (The Ambassador) 40, what up? It's Carson We're on our way to the club, man Make sure it's good, pimp Tonight is the night of all nights. You know Big Von got it going down at the Ambassador's Lounge for Celebrity Fridays. And tonight, you know we got special guests. Respected by the thugs, loved by the rippers. They increased the sale of Pro Styl Gel and beauty supply slippers. The Team's gon' be in the building tonight. It's finna be off the motherfuckin' hook [Verse 1: Clyde Carson] It's a good look, hoes outside Got a violent party 'cause it's cold outside Takе a peek at my seat, niggas'll find That hood shit, good shit I'm hood rich, parked on a beat Pockеts full of hundreds, bitch parked on my seat Bathing Apes on the feet, so discreet I got a whole lotta hoes to meet, ayy Jump out, club's crackin' Bitches outside — you see how they actin' All over Clyde 'cause they know I be rappin' Carson got 'em where they can't control they actions They all be askin', "Take me home" Want me to play daddy like they ain't grown Fondle 'em and feed 'em but they ain't know I was raised to play this good game I'm on [Interlude: Girl 1 & Girl 2] - Girl, that shit was hot. What's really? - Let's go fuck with Ant and Rell - Girl, fuck them niggas. I'm tryna fuck with The Team - Which one? - Clyde, Mayne Mannish, Jungle, it don't matter. But really, I'm tryna fuck with Kaz - So where they at? - They at the Wood... - You got the suite number? - Yeah, I got it [Verse 2: Kaz Kyzah] Got a bad bitch on Kaz spit Mack class ditch, any bad bitch With me, she know it's no attachments Heat it up, stab it, beat it up, that's it Bad chick deservin' a bad dick But fuck it, if it's average, you know I'm gon' have shit Any chick had this know I do it well 'Til you find her sidekick cryin' on the voicemail Hotels (More E's), more bail (More weed) Choose well (Chose me), now she's (Both knees) Ain't a secret, I'm the best out Treat it like I'm fresh out, even when the test out Couch to the floor, floor to the ceiling I soar, Kaz in the building I go Dummy, wil' out Come here, it's about time that you found out [Interlude: Kaz Kyzah, Girl] - Damn, that shit was lightweight poppin' - Yeah, it was cool - I'm glad you came and fucked with a nigga - Really? - I'm kinda feelin' you, though - Mmm - Except for them damn boots - Fuck you, Kaz - Ha, them Escos, right? But your sexy ass need to come here, man. Take that off - Yeah, I'll show you what the boots is [Verse 3: Kaz Kyzah] She said she want me to touch it, want me to rub it Dive in, beat it up, want me to thug in it I don't love her, I ain't her husband That's why she like it rough every time we fuckin' Dangerous man, but I ain't a player Club straight but I hope that we stay together It's strange to tell I want her bad 'Cause I feel like she won't fuck with Kaz She like it rough, tough, knees on the stool Hard back shots with her hair getting pulled We bang out, Team do the fool Niggas gettin' head in the back of the coupe I got private dancers that I recruit Pull up on cue on vodka proof The coupe lose the roof and they get loose Lose they clothes but I keep the boots Torture