Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Club Gettin' Crowded, artist - Chingy. Album song Hoodstar, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Club Gettin' Crowded |
| …hypnotize minds, you know how its goin' down |
| We comin' dirrty… we comin' dirrty |
| The club gettin' crowded, throw up yo set and shout it |
| You talk but you ain’t 'bout it |
| Nigga huh, nigga huh |
| We off that juice and Hen', I snuck that burna in |
| We’re set trippin' |
| Nigga what, nigga what |
| I crept in the spot with a tom strap |
| Haters that trip get blown back |
| We off that hash and cogniac |
| Head bussin' we on dat |
| Wanna freak out better pull dat ho |
| Take her to da bar and full dat ho |
| Get her in da bathroom, get some head |
| I’m a playa--yain't know? |
| Cowards know me so they starin' |
| Trippin' off the jewels I’m wearin' |
| My nigga I pack stern |
| Police in herr, we ain’t carrin' |
| Pussie don’t pump in blood |
| Real niggas always show me love |
| Fake niggas keep yo caps and ?? |
| Real niggas got dem gats and slugs |
| If you want, you can get it |
| Put a couple, in yo fitted |
| We ain’t never scared trick |
| Tell 'em GIB did it |
| Dragged dat punk up out this place for putting his fingas in my face |
| I almost caught a fuckin' case |
| (You cool dirrty?) Yeah I’m straight |
| Yeah… what!Now I ain’t even worried bout you… haters |
| Three 6 Mafia fakers |
| You talk like commen… taters |
| You fiction like Terminator |
| My nation eliminata |
| Under… estimater |
| Stomp 'em to the pavement with some Air Force One gators (Bitch!) |
| I pay 'em no mind, I show 'em my nine |
| I slap 'em…a couple a times and any a mine |
| I promise… he be aight he jus' needed some wakin' up |
| And I guess he thought, ACP and GIB was bluffin' (Yeah!) |
| You got some pimps off in dis buildin' |
| Smokin' with yo children |
| In da back of da club, with my thugs syrrup sippin' |
| What’s up with yo bitch, suckin' dick and she givin' |
| Credit cards to G’s with keys for dis pimpin' |
| They see the D-Boys shinin' grindin' then they get this feelin' |
| Don’t hate on me or play with me |
| These Mafia boys be killin' |
| They call my Juicy J, I got dat SK that be drillin' |
| You fuck with me you might get hit |
| I’m known for dome peelin' |
| (Ride out niggas!) |
| Dammit Memphis on da scene |
| They sippin' syrrup and ridin' clean |
| On da block we buy (some beans)?? |
| These stacks is bulgin' out my jeans |
| You know these hoes be on my nuts |
| Take in the rims on da truck |
| Schemin' tryin' to take my bucks |
| Yeah bitch I know whats up |
| Ching-a-ling and Three 6 |
| You got bricks? |
| We flip |
| Don’t come sideways tryin' to playa hustle, we hip |
| Two clips one Glock, leave ya flat from one shot |
| Cats playin' the role of Makeveli, its only one Pac |
| Come equipped or don’t come |
| Show up homie, don’t run |
| Best believe we won’t run |
| After da party get ya guns |
| Ain’t no parking lot pimpin' |
| Only parking lot poppin' |
| Man what will stand down ho??? |
| (brllrrllaaa!) |
| You herrd dem Ks choppin' |