文本歌词

Ya what's up
That's what I'm saying though
We gotta hurry up so we can
Go to the club ni**a
RIP We just killed the club
Drink patron out the bottle
Almost killed a thug
When I'm so high
I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in here
I don't feel the love
RIP RIP RIP RIP
RIP We just killed the club
Drink patron to the head
Almost killed a thug
I'm in a brand new dropped top
'Rari with three b**ches
Tired of being in middle trial
With three snitches
And I hit up every club in
Your city where niggas at
I be in every club in the hood
Where niggas at
Pulled up
Jumped out stuntin like I was baby
I'm on my coc*ine cowboy sh*t
Like in the 80's
Who a ni**a think he is
Slick Rick or Danny Dane
Think he Rakim or something
Look at his chain
Why self from head to toe
I'm Dougie Fresh
Lookin like I came to play Mitchell and Ness
Any ni**a with a watch like
That he need attention
Your man don't ball out like that
You need to bench him
RIP RIP RIP RIP
RIP We just killed the club
Drink patron to the head
Almost killed a thug
RIP RIP RIP RIP
RIP We just killed the club
Drink patron to the head
Almost killed a thug
I'm gone don't know where I'm going
Pockets on extra big
They on Somalian
Got some bad b**ches off in my section
Just let some more in
And every ni**a that came here with me
Kick your door in
Roll up pass it around like we Jamaican
Whole pounds strapped up in
This b**ch like we so Haitian
She got good head good brains
Good education
I'm drunker than a mother
F**ker heres the situation
1: 45 AM the nine broken
By the time a ni**a get to
The crib the mall open
Man the nerve of this hot a** b**ch
She on the molly
She said she want me to call her Ms Berry
She think she Halle
RIP RIP RIP RIP
RIP We just killed the club
Drink patron to the head
Almost killed a thug
RIP RIP RIP RIP
RIP We just killed the club
Drink patron to the head
Almost killed a thug
Got a pocket full of dead bread
Attached to your girl like a jpeg
Party scene turn to a murder scene
Keep shittin on niggas
Need potty train
Turn up colligreen
I'm on gasoline
And I'm on that promethayzine
Life ain't nuthin but a G thang
Switch lane get brain
Hand down her g-string
I'm the type ni**a that's built to last
You f**k with me
I put my foot in your a**
I got a million in stash
I stack my money so tall
That you might need a giraffe
When you was counting this cash ni**a
RIP RIP RIP RIP
RIP We just killed the club
Drink patron to the head
Almost killed a thug
RIP RIP RIP RIP
RIP We just killed the club
Drink patron to the head
Almost killed a thug
R I P - Young Jeezy