Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shut the Club Down, artist - Girl Talk. Album song Feed the Animals, in the genre Электроника
Date of issue: 22.09.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Illegal Art
Song language: English
Shut the Club Down |
One, one, one, one, one |
One, one, one, one, one |
Whooo-eee! |
(Hey, hey you!) |
Ain’t nothin' for me to come through and shut the club down |
Walk through the club me and mug haters down |
Drop a stack at the bar, a hundred Louis thirteen |
Posted up camouflage down to my feet, feet |
They lookin' at me like, who is, who is he? |
I straighten up yo boy, he raised in teh streets |
My name’s Ramone and you can spell it when I step in your room |
Take VI, Chevy go zoom |
I hit the club with a mug so mean |
Got them niggas like who the fuck is that |
Then I hopped up out the car so clean |
Got them niggas like who the fuck is that |
I’m like right, left, back, forth |
Yeah I got the money, nigga that’s of course |
Hit the stage with a b-boy stance |
The club owner like who the fuck is that |
Hey, hey, you, you (Get it quick, wanna jack) |
No way, no way (No slack) |
Hey, hey, you, you |
(Get it quick, wanna jack, no slack) |
Rich Boy sellin' crack fuck niggas wanna jack |
Shit tight no slack just bought a Cadillac |
Took it to the chop shop, got the damn top dropped |
Two colored flip flopped, candy red lollipop |
There’s hoes in the parking lot but i still got my Glock cocked |
New money motherfucker don’t you see the big knot |
Don’t you see the big chain, don’t you see the big rims |
Wonder who they hatin' on lately? |
Baby it’s him |
Candy paint, gator skin seats call me Dundee |
Pope in your hood I’m the one that you wanna be |
Haters wish they could feel the wood in my '83 |
Ridin' with no tint so the motherfuckers know it’s me |
Rich Boy sellin' crack, fuck niggas wanna jack |
Shit tight no slack, just bought a Cadillac |
(THROW SOME D’S ON THAT BITCH!) Just bought a Cadillac |
(THROW SOME D’S ON THAT BITCH!) Just bought a Cadillac |
Rich boy sellin' crack, wanna jack |
No slack, sellin' crack |
Wanna jack, no slack |
What up, lil mama, it’s ya boy Youngin |
G5 dippin, lui vuitton luggage (ay) |
Gotta love it, ya boy so fly |
All the ladies go (ohhh) when a nigga go by |
Gucci on the feet, Marc Jacob on the thigh |
She wanna ride or die with ya boy in the shi |
That’s right, so I let her kiss the prince |
So boyfriend, she ain’t missed him since |
And everybody say, I remember way back when |
And everybody say, I remember way back when |
And everybody say, I remember way back when |
And everybody say, I remember way back when |
And everybody say, I remember way back when |
And everybody say, I remember way back when |
And everybody say, I remember way back when |
And everybody say, I remember way back when |
With a little bit of gold and a pager |
(We don’t give a fuck) |
With a little bit of gold and a pager |
(We don’t give a fuck) |
(Hey!) |