Lyrics Find Us (In The Back Of The Club) - The Beatnuts

Find Us (In The Back Of The Club) - The Beatnuts
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Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English

Find Us (In The Back Of The Club)

You’re an alcoholic
You’re an alcoholic red nose reindeer like Rudolph
I’m here to tear the roof off
And if you want to take it to the guns, I’ma shoot off
Your head before you reach for the pistol
And when the bartender turns around I’ma reach for the Cristal
You not ready for this style, I’m straight Psycho wit it
And I bet you in love with, yeah Psycho hit it
A long time ago, I’ma keep doing my thizzle
Till it’s time to go, but for now it’s time to blow
Good as me in the club popping bubbly
I can’t complain life is lovely
Either you hate me or you love me
Fans wanna know when the Nuts is gonna come next
It doesn’t matter competition is no contest
I don’t mean to brag, I’m just being honest
Where my dogs at smoking up at the college?
Clap your hands to the beat and get your bounce on
Put your drinks up, if your blazing get you ounce on
Girl I’d house you, but this ain’t no house song
And no kissing, I dunno what you had your mouth on
Find us in the back of the club
Squad deep and we all got snuff
Hold the fort down, we ain’t gonna budge
Bother nobody less you fucking with us
You can bring it to us however you want
Shake your, booty, booty I’m ready to fuck
Especially the shorty with that big butt
Shake your booty, booty, I’m ready to fuck
Look, don’t approach me in a physical manner
'Cause the cannon I’m holding ain’t a digital camera
And I don’t care less about women and glamor
Or which one of you rappers is lifting his hammer
I’ma get loose like a pair of pajamas
I speak through those switches, spit like Obama
Trying to get rich without guns and the scanner
Thats A to the K with a fucking bandanna
Seize your empire, believe in no lies
Squeeze the deserties like Jesus inside her
Spit like the shit on my teeth is barbwire
Make your girl suck cock till her knees are on fire
That’s it though, no more games
This one right here is gonna blow your brains
If you in the club you better hold your chain
Cause I’m bugging and I just might stomp your frame
Find us in the back of the club
Squad deep and we all got snuff
Hold the fort down, we ain’t gonna budge
Bother nobody less you fucking with us
You can bring it to us however you want
Shake your booty, booty, I’m ready to fuck
Especially the shorty with that big butt
Shake your booty, booty, I’m ready to fuck
Find us in the back of the club
Squad deep and we all got snuffs
Hold the fort down, we ain’t gonna budge
Bother nobody less you fucking with us
You can bring it to us however you want
Shake your booty, booty, I’m ready to fuck
Especially the shorty with that big butt
Shake your booty, booty, I’m ready to fuck

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