(feat. Lil Jon)


[Chorus 1: Lil Jon]

Now If you don't give a fuck 

Like we don't give a fuck 

Then throw your motherfuckin finges in da air 

If you don't give a fuck 

Like we don't give a fuck 

Then throw your motherfuckin clicks in da air


[Chorus 2: Lil Jon]

Fuck them bouncerz up 

Fuck them bouncerz up 

Fuck them bouncerz up 

Fuck them bouncerz up (Bitch)

Fuck them bouncerz up (Bitch) 

Fuck them bouncerz up (Bitch)


[Verse 1: Skillz]

Move bitch get out the way 

Skillz and Play comin thru yo way 

New range for the game its all the same

Yeahh now put yo hood up on it 

Give a fuck I'm sick of all you bouncerz in da club outside 

just showin love 

Which eva motherfucka wanna see skillz

Just look at the wheel you know fo real 

No challenger new to the game 

Look at the calender who you ain't 

Live in throwbacks 

What kinda shit is dat 

Doo rag for the hat 

Watch me sneak through the back 

And it doesn't make sense 

Watch me pop a 'vent 

But you still can catch me in da club like 50 cent 

Fuck a dress code 

Y'all know as soon I'm famous I'ma go 

In da club for free like 106

Runnin the park I see you bitch 

If thats your lady Mercedes 

I'm takin the keys 

Havin the pumpin da pump in da track 

Skillz N Play wit da beats that'll make you jump 


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[Verse 2: Paul Wall]

Now I hate to get blood on my reebok classics 

Mean Muggin in da club gets you jumped like Guymnastics 

Street life for tackticks 

Allow me to mention 

Why it's important you invest in auto theft provention 

Cuz while I'm inside starting a fight wit security 

You in the parking lot a cause for Currensy 

I hope you got a worrenty on them Sprewells cuz 

My boys get a pull on water 

Like them empty sea shells cuz 

My boys get ride out like Chicken and popeye 

Buddy they leave bloody bruised and cockeyed

Play N skillz leave you in that bed in Miami 

In the hospital bed on that jelliten diet 

Playa its goin down it's goin down 

Bouncers in da club better beware 

It's Paul Wall in that candy blue somethin'

Cuz if you don't like it you better do somethin'


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[Verse 3: Play]

No need to pat me down when I enter da club 

I got a bitch wit a gucci bag and shes stashin my gloves 

Motherfuckaz iz actin' 

Like my boyz be playin' 

We jump playa hatin bouncerz 

And The gunz get to sprayin 

We pop trunks 

Get the pumps 

And the roaches in the shells 

Come home wit da clips and the shells yeahh 

Bitch and we don't give a fuck 

Just give me some henny 

Gimme some 'cris 

With Remy and watch dis shit 

I'm not here to be playin 

I'm here wit da birds 

I'll put your voice down your throat and make you swallow your words 

No id's and fuck a dress code 

Who gives a fuck about these hoes 

I ain't here to impress 

I'm here to collect dollars 

Pop a few bottles hit a few models 

And they won't know after tommorow

So fuck what you sayin who you are and who you clamin 

I get to sparyin hittin cars 

While Im taking some shots 


[Chorus 1: x2]

[Chours 2: x2]