360 - The Club Song lyrics

The Club Song [ft. Forthwrite (360 & Pez)] [Phone dials] Pez: Club f** Hey yo I called ‘6 on Thursday night (hello 360) So we could make plans for Friday night He said: 360: we could go drinking … bar Pez: I was like yeah that's my favourite spot 360: Nah I really called Pez like yo man its me ‘6 Come ‘round to my joint for some pre-drinks Pez: Mate I'm already standing at the front door I've been here for ages 360: Yo what the f** for! Pez: An hour ago it was shut so I knocked And you said you were comin' 360: Oh f** I forgot Hey can you call us a taxi dad Pez: I've already ordered a maxi-cab 360: What, what for there's only you and me now Pez: Yeah but f** that I wanna stretch my feet out 360: Well hurry up lets polish this bottle off P: Which bottle? 3: The one at the bottle shop [Chorus] Lets go we need to get f**ed up *I get down on the dance-floor* *Yeah, yeah * Lets go we need to get f**ed up *Everybody jockin' me as soon as I step in the spot * *Okay, okay * P: Yeah as we cruise through the parking lot Step out while we're moving f** waiting for the car to stop [tyres screech, horn] You know when me and ‘6 hit a nightclub That they're on our dicks so we don't need to line up It doesn't matter what the door price is ‘Cause we give a little smile and we walk right in [bell ding] 360: To the bar to the girl on that all night sh** f** it's Forthwrite b**h, f**ing pour my drink P: Hey tell her put more lime ‘6 Bartender: Does he want more lime? 6: Nah just put more ice in P: Did you do it? 6: Yeah ‘course I did Ok b**h, give us 4 more like this P: Hey lets head to the old-school room We can get our dance on to some soulful tunes 6: Ahh man I f**ing hate this song P: Me too 6: Lets go and get some Jagerbombs P: Nah 6: What do you want then? P: I'll have a whiskey and dry Just so I can peg it at this b**h in the white 6: Why? Yo she trying to give you the eye P: Nah man I'm pretty sure that she's picking a fight 6: Nah forget that I feel like kickin' a rhyme Tell the DJ to f**ing give me the mic P: Hey yo DJ this is '60 alright He's gonna come up there and start spitting some rhymes [Music stops mid-verse] 6: Hey yo this club's sh** We know the manager yo, Pez reckons he's a f**wit P: Nah man, I reckon he's a good bloke 6: Yeah cheers for giving us that good coke Security: Oi, get the f** off the stage P: Settle down! 6: Yeah f** off mate Security: What'd you say? You dudes looked pretty pissed I'll kick you's out P: Mate we don't give a sh** [Chorus] P: sh** yo don't look now Theres a rapper walking up with his notebook out Rapper: Hey ‘6 I got your album 6: Yeah what are your thoughts bro? Rapper: f**in' sick 6: Yeah yeah I thought so Rapper: … can I spit you a 16 P: Nah I gotta go over here with ‘60 Tell the DJ to chuck on a slow song Yeah I wanna do the robot 6: Hey yo Pez man come to the bar now P: Nah f** man I think I need to calm down I might just go and get a pa** out 6: What for mate? P: So I can go outside and pa** out 6: Ah, look at your little b**h a** Pez mate yo I thought you could drink hard P: Here you can have all my drink cards 6: I don't need that sh** I've got a hip-flask [Chorus] [Talking] P: Two more shots babe, lets do this Seccie: Nope fellas, time to, time to go fellas, bar's closing up P & 6: Nope, nuh Seccie: Mate the girl's finish (cut off by Pez) 6: Ah just stay for a couple P: Ah ah ah ah, you heard him 3 more! Seccie (to bartender): Listen don't give them anymore (to Forthwrite): Time to go fellas, time for you to leave P: Ah I don't know if it is time to go yet Seccie: Mate look at the f**ing badge, you know what this means!? P: It means you're a f**ing poof mate Seccie: It means security! 6: It means balls on your chick Seccie: Mate! Oi get the f** out time to leave fellas (Gla**es break) Time for you to go home P & 6: Protest Seccie: You're f**ing banned! You're banned P: Get your hands off me mate! We're chilling out Alright we're going mate 6: We'll be back next week Seccie: No you're not coming back here mate 6: I'll see you in the morning bro Seccie: You're not coming back to this club mate go to another f**ing club 6: Ah well we'll be back Seccie: f** well you're not coming back here buddy 6: We're coming, we're coming 9'O clock Seccie: f** off! 6: Nice face c*nt P: See ya bro Seccie: Yeah, yeah! (Laughing) P: Forthwrite b**h, you f*ggot Every f**ing week … (trails off)