[Krayzie x2]
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Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck . . .
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So if these muthafuckas wanna see your nuts,
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show your nuts.
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Let the slugs bust.
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Shoot the club up!
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These niggas scandalous [scandalous].
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Good thing we packin' [packin'].
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Tonight, we goin' out to the club.
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We about ten deep.
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Everybody looked thugged out.
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I'm fucked up.
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Park the car,.
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Smoke a little more.
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We drink a little more.
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Nigga so high we get the mentality
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fuck everybody.
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We come here to party,
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but I know somebody gon' try me,
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and get my temperature uprisin'.
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Anyway, nigga, we straight to the V.I.P.
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Excuse me, we need some Hennessey.
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While my niggas is rollin' the sticky,
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pa-pa-pass it, pass it back quickly.
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That's when I heard the record skip [They fired.].
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Security sprayed they mase.
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Through all the commotion,
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some nigga jumped right out the car, right up in my face.
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Before I could even do somethin', my nigga done rushed him,
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took his ass to the floor.
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Now here comes some more.
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Now we got a war goin' on,
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tryin' to get back out the door,
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and we got our backs against the wall.
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Naw, we don't plan to fall, y'all,
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'cause we did not get searched
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We all got pistols in our drawers.
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[Chorus]
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[Krayzie]
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We heard a shot, shit [shit, shit, shit . . .]:
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them niggas, my niggas--we dropped down to the pavement.
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Bass from the DJ went blank.
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Everybody runnin' tryin' to get the fuck up out this place.
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I pulled out my gun.
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Like 007--rolled under the table.
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Unload, reload.
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Every muthafucka in the club folded up on the floor.
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Niggas was rootin'-tootin'-shootin'.
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Security been ran up out the club [Hoes!],
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and there ain't nobody left but thugs.
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We drunk as fuck,
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fin to shoot this muthafucka up.
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Niggas was runnin' up on us
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like they been waitin' for this shit to happen
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[What's happenin'?]
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for me to get caught in a club riot,
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but my thugs tight.
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And I can't believe this shit
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nigga caught up in the middle of a war zone [the war zone].
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But nigga, if you know a Bone,
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then you know that we get down with the dirty with the chrome
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never leave it home.
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Put it to your dome,
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and I let it go.
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Can't let these niggas run up on me
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they bitches.
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I put another clip in,
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unload some more,
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keep spittin'.
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I never can understand:
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if security's got the door,
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then why so many niggas in here got guns?
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And I can testify that 'cause I just shot one.
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Good thing nigga packed that vest and my weapon,
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'cause I'd sure take a strippin',
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if a nigga caught me slippin'
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without no protection.
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[Chorus Till End]
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Shoot The Club Up
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Krayzie Bone |