Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Step In Da Club, artist - Baby Bash.
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Step In Da Club |
I’m a blast off like a damn Houston rocket |
Roll around town, with some dank in my pocket |
Grandma say, «Ronnie Ray, you need to stop it» |
Punk bootleggers, man, they fuckin’off my profit |
Dip up in the club, and she eyeballin’me |
Remind me of the breeze from Terminator 3 |
Think ya nasty |
She the hoe extravaganza |
Gloss when I floss, I’m the boss like Tony Danza |
Puttin’hands on, motherfuckers actin’up |
Give me fifty feet, better back the fuck up Me and Juan Gotti smashin’outta T-Town |
Look at Low-G, got a fool beat down (Beat down) |
Downtown, Super Bowl XXXVIII (Eight) |
In the clutz city of no pity, movin’weight (Weight) |
Case to get in state |
Keep me in the G manner (Manner) |
All my homies roll like Tony Montana (Tana) |
Listen to the law, jab and jaw off on a scanner (Scanner) |
Sippin’purple hawk, startin’bangin’David Banner (Banner) |
Money in the Benz, but I’m layin’in the 'Llac ('Llac) |
Stomach so swoll', throwin’up in the back |
She was fine, yes sir, she was trill |
Plus she had a pocketfull of colorful pill (Man, CHILL!) |
Bring heat through your whole crew flannel (Flannel) |
Crooked, them chickens put on a Food Channel (Channel) |
Roll with the pimps, y’all, naw, I’m not a baller (Baller) |
Teller bought the cities like a blue Nightcrawler |
Call her on the celly, with my jelly, meet the mami at the tele |
Roll the fatty, jump in the ride and disappear like Machavelli |
What |
Man, I step in the club like it ain’t no thang |
On valet park, been drankin’all day |
Paparazzi takin’pictures and the haters lookin’mad |
But the barber’s showin’love, and I’m signin’autographs |
Bartender know me, and he know I do the fool |
Everybody in my ear, I’m lookin’like, «Who is you!?» |
Give me fifty and a seas on the rocks for these boys |
Can’t stand male groupies, move around with that noise |
I’m tryin’to sit down and roll up and get blowed |
Find somethin’I can take back to the momo |
Like that, right there, you lookin’good, no doubt |
What you got under that skirt, what you talkin''bout |
I’m waitin’for my boys downstairs to get done |
They wouldn’t let me on stage, they said I was drunk |
But it’s about to be two, girl, tell me if you ready |
Let’s sip champagne in my jacuzzi at the tele |
My cup got sip in my soda |
I don’t give a fuck, don’t tip my shit over |
Six bad bitches sittin’in a Range Rover |
Paul got 'em all, lookin’over they shoulder |
Tuggin’on dro, got smoke in my windpipe |
Boys wanna know, 'bout my hoes and my pimp life |
Nigga, what it is, what it was, what it been like |
Can I get a chickenhead shake and some french fries |
Hand’s so skin tight |
Dance’s so freak like |
Notch after notch, in the club, on a weeknight |
Now she wanna go home, go to bed and sleep tight |
Bet this Henessey 'bout to here make her speed right |