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Chingy - We Clubbin' lyrics
[Chingy] Yeah, G.I.B. Get it boys [Chorus] I don't know what y'all about to do But I'm about to hit the streets with my crew And, Keep Clubbin' Quit complainin' yeah dog you look cool Now pull out your chains and floss your jewels And, Keep Clubbin' I pull up on gold shoes I walk in actin' fool Hell nah it aint no rules When, We Clubbin' Head to toe everything I got in is new Plus those you know we keep two And, We Clubbin'. [Chingy] It's a mess up with these fake ballers in their place People comin' out cause they heard I'm comin' back like Mase, Big body Benz plenty space, Hundred dollar big face Watch her lick our waist, when we clubbin' Get it girls got it locked Get it boys in the spot Take it off you gettin' hot, cause we clubbin' In my pocket got 'em not Representin' Slot-A-Lot Dirty you can get shot, when we clubbin' Abrah Kadabrah then I appear in the back Throwin' it up with all the high rollers that pop crack My lemon has studs no they not that You paid fifty homie go and get your money back [Chorus] I don't know what y'all about to do But I'm about to hit the streets with my crew And, Keep Clubbin' Quit complainin' yeah dog you look cool Now pull out your chains and floss your jewels And, Keep Clubbin' I pull up on gold shoes I walk in actin' fool Hell nah it aint no rules When, We Clubbin' Head to toe everything I got in is new Plus those you know we keep two And, We Clubbin'. [Chingy] Rich Money got a bottle and he waitin' to trip (g.i.b.) Ol' G posted with a blunt to his lip Valdez on the floor two-steppin' with his Boozie already out thurr startin' some shit Get it Boy gang, S.T.L. set Phantom car keys, leather Gucci vest V.I.P. then somethin' to eat She leavin' with me then hotel suite Play it like a G, pimpin' man I got to be Five Million really aint a lot to me Maybe pop your pee (?) And move your F.O.'s and drop your knee And put wurr I can see, cuz we clubbin' [Chorus] I don't know what y'all about to do But I'm about to hit the streets with my crew And, Keep Clubbin' Quit complainin' yeah dog you look cool Now pull out your chains and floss your jewels And, Keep Clubbin' I pull up on gold shoes I walk in actin' fool Hell nah it aint no rules When, We Clubbin' Head to toe everything I got in is new Plus those you know we keep two And, We Clubbin'. [Chingy] Headed to the next stop in my Rage Rover Police pull me over, though they can't stop me from clubbin' Man you know I'm swervin' wild See your boy not sober But I got it I'm a soldier and I'm still clubbin' 50 cars followin' us 10 chicks swallowin' us Four five hallows bust (?) when we clubbin' A big dog not a mutt Keep starin' hater what I'm about to get this locked up, fuck, we clubbin' Put your money wurr your mouth West cost to the East, Mid-West to the South, out, they clubbin' 26's on the hummer Errday like it's summer Wait tripper take a number I'm still clubbin' [Chorus] I don't know what y'all about to do But I'm about to hit the streets with my crew And, Keep Clubbin' Quit complainin' yeah dog you look cool Now pull out your chains and floss your jewels And, Keep Clubbin' I pull up on gold shoes I walk in actin' fool Hell nah it aint no rules When, We Clubbin' Head to toe everything I got in is new Plus those you know we keep two And, We Clubbin'. [Chingy] Yeah, yeah Keep clubbin' Whoa, whoa Keep clubbin' Uh-huh, uh-huh We clubbin' Yes, yes We clubbin' |
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