2041

Too bad I'm on the right trackBeef, got the right mackHit the trunk, grab the pump pump, I'll be right backWe buyin' bars out, showin' scars outWe heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars outGrab the pills cuz we poppin tonight,Beat the shit outta security for stoppin' tha fightI got a fifth of the remy, fuck the Belve and 'crisI'm sellin' shit up in the club like I work in the bitchFuck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street niggazWe on the dance floor, throwin' bows, beatin' up niggazI'm from the D.E.C., tryin' to disrespect D.T.P.And watch the bottles start flyin' from the V.I.P.Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in your bodyGrab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the partySo move bitch, get out the way hoeAll you faggot motherfuckers make way for 2-0 So...