Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In Da Club, artist - Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz. Album song Crunk Juice, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.11.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Orchard
Song language: English
In Da Club |
'Bout to roll up to this club |
'Bout to step up in this club |
'Bout to get big in this club |
'Bout to get wild in this club |
'Bout to roll up to this club |
'Bout to step up in this club |
'Bout to get big in this club |
'Bout to get wild in this club |
Now we about to show ya how wild it gets |
When a girl at the party when she backin' it Now this girl dance freaky cause she passionate |
If I ask for some chips, then she stackin' it She don’t need no introduction, she’s a diamond of daw |
And I don’t mean no janitor, the way she mopping the flow |
Tattoo on her backs saying 'ready to go' |
Man this girl must get pimped away I’m ready too ho |
I’m going to take you out to ghetto girl around the globe |
Freaking in the kitchen girl, go somehwere around the stove |
In the chumps we chilling in some hotel robes |
I put her towels on her body and massage her toes |
There ain’t nothing like some sex on a friday night |
But then again nothing like some sex in any night |
After that gotta go got appointments girl |
I’m a doctor, I got other clients girl |
Now listen up close, I won’t say it again |
Skip a dog ya’ll cat is a man’s best friend |
Lil' Jon and Luda on the first class flight |
From ATL we about to get it crunk tonight |
Where we going? |
'Bout to roll up to this club |
'Bout to step up in this club |
'Bout to get big in this club |
'Bout to get wild in this club |
Hey Kelly! |
Oh damn! |
There go expensive Chris |
At the bar behind all the most expensive shit |
And his car always got the most expensive kit |
So his gun always got the most extended clip |
Hey! |
Luda Luda, I’m built to last |
Nicknamed double barrel and I’m built to blast |
Since your girl ain’t a freak, well you gotta convince me Cause im all up in the fifth getting straight Lewinsky |
And smoking some of that ''Kill Bill'' |
Ten Mil motherfucker I’m still trill |
Can’t party with the women that like it dick |
Refuse to cut my hair like Michael Vick |
Dirty bird even judges say the birds are dirty |
We the reason that the clubs start closing early |
Walk up and watch the crowd start moving quick |
And I ain’t gotta pay the DJ to play my shit |
Yeah, hey, hey, hey |
With the bull pimp cup man I’m sloppy drunk |
I don’t broke into club it’s the king of crunk |
Let the 808 blam and the woofers blow |
Throw some ass in my lap and I’m good to go |
I spread a shined out bottle, crack a beer |
While the ladies are all rubbing my nappy beard |
No need to even ask it, who’s the boss? |
When the dreadlocks slam and the roof come off |
The crunk juice got me up all night shit |
And in last year making that bite shit |
Not an essay calling me Loc De Niro |
Stunned with my hell day, Oaklezero |
Fresh by the front and I’m ready to play |
Got the dog but I knew my had to lie (ok) |
BME turn millionaire, and we all like 'what what, yeah' |
90 other time I would say it’s over |
Since the party so live, I can keep it going |
Shit don’t stop till six in the morning |
Come seven o’clock a nigga still ain’t yawning |
Baby girl leaving now on her toes |
Hangover, wait a minute girl you leaving your clothes |
And tickets gonna sell for a major show |
If yousa a hater at the booth and the booth is closed |
And move out the way I’m a Luda fan |
Up north, dirty south, west eastside man |
All strippers in the club stand up right now |
We wanna see you shake your booty in the place right now |
Where we going? |