[Intro]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
[Hook - Mannie Fresh]
This how we do it, where I'm from
I'm thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun
Shi-ine, on my face, got the gun on my waist
Walkin to my Escalade, tell them niggas I'm not afraid
To let the ni-ine, sing out, it can ring out
This how we do it, where I'm from
I'm thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun
Shi-ine, on my face, got the gun on my waist
Walkin to my Escalade, tell them niggas I'm not afraid
To let the ni-ine, sing out, it can ring out
[Verse 1: Mannie Fresh]
Got one more minute, hold that call
Two drunk players leaning on the wall
Three crazy niggas screamin, "alcohol"
Four more niggas claimin' that they ball
Five bartenders and they all want leave
Six ugly bitches with some fucked up weaves
Seven dyked broads and they all look rough
Eight niggas hollerin', "don't fuck wit us"
Nine bitches runnin' off at the mouth
Ten bitches trying to hear what they talkin' about
Eleven cute shorties in the whole damn club
Twelve wannabe, gonna be, nothin' but scrubs
Thirteen fights, niggas, bitches and dykes
Fourteen police reading niggas they rights
Fifteen minutes on interstate-10
At the strip club, we gon' do it again - whoa
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
[Hook - Mannie Fresh]
This how we do it, where I'm from
I'm thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun
Shi-ine, on my face, got the gun on my waist
Walkin to my Escalade, tell them niggas I'm not afraid
To let the ni-ine, sing out, it can ring out
This how we do it, where I'm from
I'm thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun
Shi-ine, on my face, got the gun on my waist
Walkin to my Escalade, tell them niggas I'm not afraid
To let the ni-ine, sing out, it can ring out
[Verse 1: Mannie Fresh]
Got one more minute, hold that call
Two drunk players leaning on the wall
Three crazy niggas screamin, "alcohol"
Four more niggas claimin' that they ball
Five bartenders and they all want leave
Six ugly bitches with some fucked up weaves
Seven dyked broads and they all look rough
Eight niggas hollerin', "don't fuck wit us"
Nine bitches runnin' off at the mouth
Ten bitches trying to hear what they talkin' about
Eleven cute shorties in the whole damn club
Twelve wannabe, gonna be, nothin' but scrubs
Thirteen fights, niggas, bitches and dykes
Fourteen police reading niggas they rights
Fifteen minutes on interstate-10
At the strip club, we gon' do it again - whoa
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