| …hypnotize minds, you know how its goin' down
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| We comin' dirrty… we comin' dirrty
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| The club gettin' crowded, throw up yo set and shout it
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| You talk but you ain’t 'bout it
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| Nigga huh, nigga huh
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| We off that juice and Hen', I snuck that burna in
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| We’re set trippin'
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| Nigga what, nigga what
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| I crept in the spot with a tom strap
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| Haters that trip get blown back
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| We off that hash and cogniac
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| Head bussin' we on dat
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| Wanna freak out better pull dat ho
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| Take her to da bar and full dat ho
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| Get her in da bathroom, get some head
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| I’m a playa--yain't know?
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| Cowards know me so they starin'
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| Trippin' off the jewels I’m wearin'
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| My nigga I pack stern
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| Police in herr, we ain’t carrin'
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| Pussie don’t pump in blood
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| Real niggas always show me love
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| Fake niggas keep yo caps and ??
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| Real niggas got dem gats and slugs
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| If you want, you can get it
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| Put a couple, in yo fitted
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| We ain’t never scared trick
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| Tell 'em GIB did it
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| Dragged dat punk up out this place for putting his fingas in my face
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| I almost caught a fuckin' case
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| (You cool dirrty?) Yeah I’m straight
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| Yeah… what!Now I ain’t even worried bout you… haters
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| Three 6 Mafia fakers
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| You talk like commen… taters
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| You fiction like Terminator
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| My nation eliminata
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| Under… estimater
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| Stomp 'em to the pavement with some Air Force One gators (Bitch!)
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| I pay 'em no mind, I show 'em my nine
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| I slap 'em…a couple a times and any a mine
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| I promise… he be aight he jus' needed some wakin' up
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| And I guess he thought, ACP and GIB was bluffin' (Yeah!)
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| You got some pimps off in dis buildin'
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| Smokin' with yo children
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| In da back of da club, with my thugs syrrup sippin'
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| What’s up with yo bitch, suckin' dick and she givin'
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| Credit cards to G’s with keys for dis pimpin'
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| They see the D-Boys shinin' grindin' then they get this feelin'
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| Don’t hate on me or play with me
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| These Mafia boys be killin'
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| They call my Juicy J, I got dat SK that be drillin'
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| You fuck with me you might get hit
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| I’m known for dome peelin'
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| (Ride out niggas!)
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| Dammit Memphis on da scene
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| They sippin' syrrup and ridin' clean
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| On da block we buy (some beans)??
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| These stacks is bulgin' out my jeans
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| You know these hoes be on my nuts
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| Take in the rims on da truck
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| Schemin' tryin' to take my bucks
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| Yeah bitch I know whats up
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| Ching-a-ling and Three 6
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| You got bricks? |
| We flip
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| Don’t come sideways tryin' to playa hustle, we hip
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| Two clips one Glock, leave ya flat from one shot
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| Cats playin' the role of Makeveli, its only one Pac
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| Come equipped or don’t come
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| Show up homie, don’t run
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| Best believe we won’t run
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| After da party get ya guns
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| Ain’t no parking lot pimpin'
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| Only parking lot poppin'
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| Man what will stand down ho???
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| (brllrrllaaa!)
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| You herrd dem Ks choppin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Club Gettin' Crowded , by - Chingy. Song from the album Hoodstar, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп