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