{Lil' Wayne}

Squed up, squed up, fuck that nigga at the do'

Squed up, squed up, fuck that nigga at the back

Squed up, squed up, fuck y'all



{Lil' Wayne}

Listen

Now when we slide up in the club, we come in and do thangs

About every car that you name, on twenty-two thangs

We likely to have a few drinks, beat up a few lanes

Spittin game at a cute thang, make her get a crew brain

All the Heinekens in mo' if it ain't dro we don't want it

Cut my song on homie, yeah, that squad shit we own it

Droopy high come see the future, we livin for the moment

Whole sucka on corners, the dance floor up pistols on it

And everybody know you fuck up, we killin ya

The whole club familia' with my familia

Chicken heads Boriquas gon' follow where I go

I ain't got nothing for them but a dick and a taco ?

And everybody know right where the gat me when they dap

? put yo eyes right when you lap me

And I ain't come to sign shit, unless it's a bar tappin

I ain't takin no pictures unless I'm palm in ?

Where the fuck y'all?



{Chorus: Mack 10}

Let the thugs in the club, show us love

Show us love, let the thugs in the club

Let the thugs in the club, show us love

Show us love, let the thugs in the club



{Mack 10}

L.A. let the thugs in the club

A-T-L let the thugs in the club

Chi-town let the thugs in the club

Let the thugs in the club, show us love



{B.G.}

I like shinin' but dogg I'm in love with thuggin

I like clubbin but I get off when I'm beefin and bustin

I got a Bentley, Beemeh', Benz, Lex  

Got a bullet proof Hummer for just creepin on 'sess

I got a roley, matter fact bout three or fou'

Got a couple of neck pieces that I wear at the show

Niggas know all the trouble that come with me

Niggas know it ain't the bluffet that come from me

Me and my click draw party every week at them crib

For hustlers and convicts, they get it, how they live

? keep it real for the block and chill

Yeah I'm happy and wha cuz I got a few mill'

Don't thank I won't steal, wrap the K and kill

Don't thank I won't say-uh a bird and crush the pills

When it's time to bling, nigga I bling

When it comes to do the damn thang, I do the damn thang!



{Chorus: Mack 10}

Let the thugs in the club, show us love

Show us love, let the thugs in the club

Let the thugs in the club, show us love

Show us love, let the thugs in the club



{Mack 10}

Yo, yo

Now it ain't no secret that I'm slangin and bangin

And like a sack of dope rocks, my nuts be hangin

It's Inglewood and Q.S., is the hood I'm claimin

And I'm in already, so my colors is flamin

It's for the project bitches who be backin it up

And all the hardcore hustlers that be stackin it up

And no matter where you from, represent yo city

If you a ghetto get crunk, if you's a diddy get chicky

Get yo walk on, rib-riders if you true blue

Get yo bang on, and thow yo hood up, die move

While I buy the whole bar cuz you no one know

I got a spotter and a front and a rag top fo'

I keep it ghetto, gutta, gangsta like a West Coast G

The homies trust The Dopeman so we got in free

Like a stampede rust through and or we sell

Was let a stoo' bitch and get shot in the head

Ba, ba, ba, ba!



{Chorus: Mack 10}

Let the thugs in the club, show us love

Show us love, let the thugs in the club



Miami let the thugs in the club

New Orleans let the thugs in the club

Texas let the thugs in the club

Let the thugs in the club, show us love

Milwauk let the thugs in the club

The Bay let the thugs in the club

New York let the thugs in the club

Let the thugs in the club, show us love

Carolina let the thugs in the club

Ohio let the thugs in the club

Tennessee let the thugs in the club

Detroit let the thugs in the club

St. Louis let the thugs in the club

DC let the thugs in the club