A club banger... blow to it, po' to it... do what cha do... pass out, wake up n do it again... jeah.
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Story behind the song
The beat is too raw to just let go to waste. Curtis Jackson ripped that shit... Mobb Deep held down the QB... this some chi-town flava for ya.
Lyrics
It Be Da Kid Source
D.K.S... Beef In The Streets, Nigga Bring Dat Vest
Ungh... C'mon Ya'll... Let's Get It Jumpin'... Don't Stall, You Hear Dat Beat Bumpin'
So It's Nothin'To Have A Good Time...
Let's unwind and chill / Yeah we throw our hands up, but our diamonds real
No shots at The Roc, we at the bar only / Baby come chill in my whip, you know my car lonely
Yeah, don't let the offer pass by / Cuz next time I see you walkin' I'ma pass by
I'm that guy wit' connections in sections / Let's spin off, if it sounds interestin'
Get to wrestlin', when somebody pop off / Oh well, in hell, another body dropped off
We not soft, jus here to get our bounce on / Put in the air, I can't believe the whole ounce gone
Now niggas get to sippin' & tippin' / Gettin' low, on da flo' wit the chickens who strippin'
It's a given, cuz when we in it, baby you can't / Say no, keep it real, cuz there really just ain't
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No need to front... get crunk and make the spot go outta control
Blow trees, cuz you know I brang a lil' bit / If you ain't put nothin' on it, take a lil' hit
No need to front... get crunk and make the spot go outta control
Fill ya cup up ma, jus a lil bit / We ain't gotta do it all, jus a lil' bit
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My peoples up in here, kinda reckless / Talkin' to these broads that we tryna mess wit
That's it, cuz I don't gotta extra mattress / She sayin she in love, well she a good actress
My tactics scheme, I rap for cream / Blast the beam, and now you gangsta's have to lean
Plus I back my team, regardless / Of whoever started, the drama now the llama can spark shit
Talk slick, a quick pop to let the blood dry / Toss clips, at ya clique, now watch a thug cry
Why be the question, egos get demolished / I'm lookin' for answers so she gon' give me knowledge
You know we the hottest wen it comes to the streets / Da Kid Source pimp-smacks tracks and runs beats
Put guns to the elite fam, even if I peep cams / The reason my heat slam, a nigga gotta eat DAMN
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It's a party over here, aint' nothin over there / But if ya wanna stare, then I'm comin' over there
See I control everywhere, blocks on smash / Pistol whip in the whip, the glock on the dash
Hustle rocks for the cash, and spit for the fame / Hop up off ya' ass, don't sit wit' the lames
It's a shame, if ya dame gotta move by move herself / I bought her a pad, so she was moved by my wealth
I done dealt wit soft shit, tasted the hardcore / A Mid-West Vet, Kanye Can I Get An Encore?
Roar for me, who headin' to the floor wit' me / Ladies Night, two-steppin' on the floor for free
Source can see, ya chest through ya outfit / Wanna bet, I put a money-shot where ya mouth at
How's that, tonight we sip juice / It's alrite if it's tight, you can still get loose
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