Lettuce In The Club Digital Underground (Ft. Binc & E7L)

[Money B]
Uh-huh, uh-huh, Absolut in the house

[Verse 1: Money B]
Now, I’m a start it off first by pouring a drink
It’s your boy Money-B, yeah, I’m fucking with Binc
We getting high, all fly chicks trying to be down
Vacate bitch like a watery clown (Now, I’m a--)
Smoke in your face, got a gun on my waist
I got my dick in my hand, bitch, come get a taste
Give it a few laps like you’re running a race
Bite, you get slapped, yeah, I come from a place
Run with a young ape, put a hoe on the track
And most joints just be silver and black
Where they sharp as a tack, if you’re dummy it’s better
If you see one of these shoe players, you’ll finally gеt better
(Now, I’m a--) Recognisе, step to the left
Come with that weak shit, I’m a choke you to death
I drink, Binc hit the weed to choke you death
When I fuck you from behind I’m a choke you to death!

[Chorus: Shock G]
Let us in the club!

[Chorus: Money B]
We gon’ get in and you know we need it
T-shirts and jeans and no collars needed