Testo Club Gettin' Crowded - Chingy feat. Three 6 Mafia
Testo della canzone Club Gettin' Crowded (Chingy feat. Three 6 Mafia), tratta dall'album Hoodstar
Uh huh, we came to bust heads
Uh huh, we came to bust heads
Uh huh, we came to bust heads
Uh huh, we came to bust heads
This is the official
Get your ass knocked out music
For being non-hood affiliated nigga
G.I.B., H.C.P., Get It Boys, Hypnotize Minds
You know how it's going down
We coming dirty, we coming dirty
The club getting crowded, throw up your set and shout it
You talk but you ain't 'bout it, nigga huh, nigga huh
We off that Goose and Hen', I snuck that burner in
What set you trip, nigga what, nigga what
Crept in the spot with a chrome strap
Haters that trip get blown back
We off that hash and cognac
Head busting, we on that
Wanna freak out, better pull that ho
Take her to the bar and fool that ho
Get her in the bathroom, get some head
I'm a playa, you ain't know?
Cowards know me so they starin'
Tripping off the jewels I'm wearing
My nigga, I packs iron
Police and her wing curling
Pussy don't pump in my blood
Real niggas always show me love
Fake niggas keep your daps and hugs
Real niggas got them gats and slugs
If you want it, you can get it
Put a couple in your fitted
We ain't never scared trick
Tell them G.I.B. did it
Drag that punk up out this place
For putting his fingers in my face
I almost caught a fucking case
You cool, dirty? Yeah, I'm straight
The club getting crowded, throw up your set and shout it
You talk but you ain't 'bout it, nigga huh, nigga huh
We off that Goose and Hen', I snuck that burner in
What set you trip, nigga what, nigga what
The club getting crowded, throw up your set and shout it
You talk but you ain't 'bout it, nigga huh, nigga huh
We off that Goose and Hen', I snuck that burner in
What set you trip, nigga what, nigga what
I ain't even worried about you haters
Three 6 Mafia fakers
You talk like commentators
You fiction like Terminator
My nation eliminator
Under-estimator
Stomp 'em to the pavement
With some Air Force One gators
I pay 'em no mind, I show 'em my nine
I slap 'em a couple of times and then he all mine
I promise he'll be alright, he just needed some waking uppin'
I guess he thought H.C.P. and G.I.B. was bluffin'
You got some pimps off in this building
Smoking with your children
In the back of the club with my thugs syrup sipping
What's up with your bitch sucking dick is she giving
Credit cards or cheese with keys for this pimping
They see these D-boys shining, grinding
Then they get this feeling
Don't hate on me or play with me
These Mafia boys be killing
They call me Juicy J, I got that SK that be drilling
You fuck with me, you might get hit
I'm known for doing killing
The club getting crowded, throw up your set and shout it
You talk but you ain't 'bout it, nigga huh, nigga huh
We off that Goose and Hen', I snuck that burner in
What set you trip, nigga what, nigga what
The club getting crowded, throw up your set and shout it
You talk but you ain't 'bout it, nigga huh, nigga huh
We off that Goose and Hen', I snuck that burner in
What set you trip, nigga what, nigga what
Down in Memphis on the scene
They sip the syrup and riding clean
On the block with pies and beans
These stacks is bulging out my jeans
You know these hoes be on my nuts
Bape and the rims on the truck
Scheming trying to get my bucks
Yeah bitch, I know what's up
Ching a ling and Three 6
You got bricks, we flip
Don't come sideways trying to play a hustler, we hip
Two clips, one Glock, leave you flat from one shot
Cats playing the role of Makaveli, it's only one Pac
Come equipped or don't come
Show up homie, don't run
Best believe we won't run
After the party, get your guns
Ain't no parking lot pimping
Only parking lot popping
Man up or stand down ho
You heard them K's chopping
The club getting crowded, throw up your set and shout it
You talk but you ain't 'bout it, nigga huh, nigga huh
We off that Goose and Hen', I snuck that burner in
What set you trip, nigga what, nigga what
The club getting crowded, throw up your set and shout it
You talk but you ain't 'bout it, nigga huh, nigga huh
We off that Goose and Hen', I snuck that burner in
What set you trip, nigga what, nigga what
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, nigga huh, nigga what
What, what, what
Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga huh, nigga what
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, nigga huh, nigga what
What, what, what
Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga huh, nigga what
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Writer(s): Howard Earl Bailey, Paul D. Beauregard, J. Houston
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