Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song In The Club , by - Beanie Sigel. Release date: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
In The Club |
| I’m back at the club with a snub, twistin up dubs |
| Sippin on Crist', 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, the, the Roc, the Roc was here |
| Catch Mac V.I.P., section of the place |
| With the weapon on his waist, weight, two steppin to the base |
| 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 dog if the music loud |
| Just boots, strictly airs, no shoes allowed, what |
| You know how it get in the club |
| We came to go bold, 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 |
| Beanie Sigs baby, y’all can’t touch the boy |
| Everytime 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 Mac perform |
| Bitches givin up butt when Mac 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 Mac like |
| Late night, club night, Mac attract dikes |
| All night menagie trois, who came to get ride, who came to get high |
| What the fuck, uh |
| Last call for alcohol, all drinks on me |
| Just boots, jean suits, no mix on me |
| Bandannas, really liks on me |
| Alright maybe a watch, of course rock, what you think on me? |
| Same thing with the squad, what you think on Bleek |
| Beef? |
| C’mon dog who you think gon bleed |
| Not Mac, never slip in the club |
| 4/5th 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 hoe |
| 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 dog or the rounds’ll blow |
| Man a thug in the club, y’all know how it go, shit |