Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Banned From Another Club, artist - N.O.R.E.. Album song God's Favorite, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Banned From Another Club |
Now put your cards on the motherfucking table and see whats, what |
Give life the dick hard she a slut |
That will make her feel it in her gut |
Then I move to my career |
So fuck your perspective, your thoughts get neglected |
Like Muggsy’s shot and Marcus Camby rejection |
Hit the sixth row, pass the courtside section |
I know you clown niggas must be kidding |
This lefrak commission, put a ending to your vision |
This rap shit turn five to sixth sense’s |
I know your profile, I’m like a hood human census |
Major factor, nigga not a major actor |
Deal with major niggas, fuck major bitches |
Who else but the sho god |
Open up the book, shit will never be closed |
Like a spell on the industry, and no one got the code |
But Al G.A.D.O and S.H.O we the mainstream where |
Ever we go y’all niggas know |
From the front to the back, stay packed, fall back |
It’s a wrap, thugged out rule that |
I know you mad cause your girl on our back, she with us |
It’s a wrap, thugged out rule that |
Don’t want no problems, but if y’all want to clap, we got gats |
It’s a wrap, thugged out rule that |
Everywhere we go we get tested at a show |
We let everybody know |
I’m let everyone know we shut it down (It's a wrap) |
Banned from another club again… again |
But we’ll get it popping outside my friend (you ain’t gotta let us in) |
Banned from another club again… again |
But we’ll get it popping outside my friend (you ain’t gotta let us in) |
Yo, papi and I’m banned from the Roxy |
Mad shootout’s and more fights than Rocky |
I hold records N. O most connected |
My died arm strong, your pass intercepted |
Hoes meet me in the motel, with just a thong |
We goin' drink smirnoff, bitch, fuck the don |
You see my lucky charm, my niggas is on |
And I’m a foul nigga bitch, I could fuck you moms |
You see I’m banned from the Tunnel, my niggas is foul |
Body shit when I come through, like Martha wild |
And I would hate to have to, break your face bone |
For Greystones, have you looking like Grace Jones |
Hit niggas up, machete’s will split niggas up |
Automatic’s will blast, fifth niggas up |
Al Gado, and Sho and this N-O |
And if them niggas got beef, them niggas will go |
I’m the wrong person to love, easy to judge |
And I ain’t perfect, I’ll tell you now I hold a grudge |
Because we in the club, rolling thicker than fuzz |
The wee dark the same, play this rap like a match |
Just spark the game, and tear apart your fame |
Blow so much smoke clouds, shit it would start to rain |
An still flow lovely |
Get on stage and get gully |
I’m never fall off I got A, B C scully huh. |
(Hate me or love me) that’s your altermatum |
The devil price my soul, I still ain’t pay him |
But usually they love me, walk in the club |
An make the crown look like they playing rugby |
Ripe show’s on a fradulent stage |
No matter what y’all say, we living all of our days |
Spit fire, no matter what the margin pays |
Y’all witnessing (Final Chapter) in their starving days |
Show us love |