Do Or Die

Do Or Die - All In The Club lyrics

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It's about 1:51 in the club
 It's straight packin'
 You lackin'
 I'm all up in the club gettin' action
 With a ugh full of hoes
 I'm smellin' like a sack and
 You got (??) with your hips and thighs
 Make a pimp reach his peak
 With your hips and eyes
 Girl you know what you do to me
 Explain a monkey
 Cause' you actin' like you twenty three
 Pass the hennessy
 Ballin' like you true to sin
 Now we all in the clubs that you be in
 Like BBD
 Do me in
 If that's the case
 Doin' head and slang off in my face
 And pump that ass
 This club track freek to the bass
 Hold it down till' we drop it
 Roll it, give it what you got, ugh
 Robbin' on my body baby till' you hit the spot, huh
 Dippin' big names baby roll it till' it get a wash
 Chorus x1 (Danny Boy)
 In this baby (In this baby)
 Why you wanna rub on me (Why you wanna rub on me)
 You lookin' at my Rolex
 Touchin' on my diamond ring
 You all at the club girl (Club girl)
 Shine up on a monkey on me (Puttin' them monkey on me)
 Don't try to get personal
 Why you want to hate on me...
 Why you want to hate on me
 oooh....
 See some hinney flip a penny
 Why you faking the funk
 Heads or Tails
 Anyway though you got bass in your trunk
 All the playas up on the side
 Come and smoke with me
 He live when he step rep with Kenny's
 Come and choke with me
 From poor man
 To rich man
 Rich man back to poor man
 All of us can party
 Livin' in this low land
 Ain't no favortism on this side of town
 What you do is bring your mob
 Bring it on or get down
 Better yet lay on back in your steady b-low
 Keep it real
 Buddy fats and why flexin' this close
 Even though we came to party
 Can't say ride, say ride
 In the end we fell like Biggie
 Now nauzea twa
 in the club off in the corner, pretty girl no style
 We an (??) our protection in the back of the car
 Bump and grind
 Who's left in line and this all because
 Playas we ball because
 It's goin' and it's on in the club
 Chorus x1
 Don't take it personal oooh...
 I got a taste for some hennessy
 But like they said
 Now alazey put that man in me
 Now it's on from ten to three at the club tonight
 If you ain't grubbin' right
 You better be hookin' tight
 Who got a dubb to light
 You take a puff and you pass it nigga
 Wipe the dust off your truck
 And you pass the liquor
 Seven digits, figure what's the way to get picture
 (Diamond shinin' up my watch)
 And it's known to get you
 Picture me and you in the club actin' bad
 Pushin' in my love
 And we doin for the cab
 Bend it over
 Give a nigga flashbacks
 I'm about to test the pain
 Cause' you want me to tags at
 And where you friends at
 Baby don't worry get it low in a hurry
 Cause' when we finish this party
 You gone tell a whole story about who
 Me and you what didn't did do
 For your whole crew knew
 (??) I went through fool
 Chorus x1
 (Danny Boy)
 Say ra, Say ra
 Manaj eh twa
 In the back of my car
 Goodness baby x3
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Copyrights:

Author: Anthony Round, Samuel Lindley

Composer: ?

Publisher: Rap-A-Lot Records, Virgin Records America, Inc.

Details:

Released in: 1998

Language: English

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