Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Claremont Lounge (feat. Killer Mike and Coool Breeze) , by - Bubba Sparxxx. Release date: 03.04.2006
Song language: English
Claremont Lounge (feat. Killer Mike and Coool Breeze) |
| Haha, yeah |
| It is I (it is I) |
| I don’t know 'bout all that other shit, can’t call that |
| But beside this motherfucker right here |
| This motherfuckin boo |
| Hey that’s me all day, all day, twice on Sunday |
| Hey what I motherfuckin do I rap, I rap |
| Hey, what’s happenin |
| God dammit |
| Get these pussies off me, will ya? |
| I love it, haha |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I’m fittin to meet this bitch up at the Claremont Lounge (at the lounge) |
| The money’s low, but I dare not scrounge (don't scrounge) |
| Cause I’ll be right back (right back) and the money’ll follow |
| It’s cloudy today, it’ll be sunny tomorrow |
| I promise (promise), honest, every week let’s do some other shit |
| Liver than that other shit, bitch I’m still the fuckin shit |
| I’ve got my publishing (check) and my royalities (check) |
| Never lost loyalty, it’s Organized Noize and B You bitch, you already know the remainin |
| Let us jealousy, I don’t entertain it (nope) |
| I got a cave bitch (white girl), she’s a cheerleader (pom pom) |
| I split a 12 with her (Miller Lite), she licked this here penis |
| Snatched her from a ballplayer, that wasn’t playin ball |
| He paid for it all, but she wouldn’t take it off (ha) |
| So I’ma take it off his hands, I know you heard of that |
| And I’ma murder that furry cat for a fact |
| I’m fittin to meet this bitch up at the Claremont Lounge |
| The Claremont Lounge, the Claremont Lounge |
| And once she get a whiff of this, believe it’s goin down |
| it’s goin down, right now it’s goin down |
| Floss, comin through L or Tampa on vogues (on vogues) |
| In Uncle Mooney’s 'lac wit a hoodrat ho (Mooney) |
| She got three kids and about four goals (four goals) |
| She serve her pop ex and fuck other hoes |
| She used to fuck with this nigga named Tone, that was on Even frontin her the zones, 'til he died in born homes (*laughing*) |
| he was killed by a young nigga creepin with the chrome |
| Took the money out the trunk and like sixteen zones |
| But fuck that, let’s take it back to the 'lac |
| Me and this batch laidback burnin purp sacks (okay) |
| High as fuck, contemplatin million dollar plans (uh huh) |
| She a million dollar bitch and I’ma million dollar man (million dollar man) |
| Only thing missin is about a million dollars (what?) |
| Sent her ass to the country with the work and a Impala |
| I gave her sixteen ounces and told her hold daddy down |
| And I’ll meet you in a week at the Claremont Lounge (yeah) |
| Hey look, I chillin in the lounge and this girl gonna walk in the bathroom |
| She said damn you look cute, but why you ain’t got no tattoos |
| I said I didn’t come to look cute, Cool came to cut (cut) |
| And damn you look cute, why you ain’t got no butt (butt, ooooo) |
| Hey, walk back to my seat, I guess shorty felt dissed |
| Cause I see this sucker checkin me, while I’m checkin the mix |
| So I walk over to him, bro I don’t care who you wit |
| Man you better be like G-Rock and «go and get that bitch"(go and get that bitch) |
| I let Bubba security handle that, step back to the back |
| Man you ought to be ashamed to run your mouth like that |
| This my house, don’t tell me how to do my thing |
| I don’t like you, you really on my promotional team (ooooo) |
| See you could of got a cameo at the video shoot |
| See I could of got you a bitch at the video shoot |
| But you to busy out here lookin cute tryna take your shirt off |
| If we was in a group, I’d have your microphone turned off |