[Verse 1]
What, you think cause your day job s**s
That your whole life's rough, that it's just too much? (um)
We're living in a time when the world might erupt (psh)
And you can't see the weekend and not give a f**? (huh?)
This is for the girls bouncing to get guys
Who have to wear bras or they might bruise their eyes (ouch)
And during the week they're working 9-to-5
But now they're in the club working their a** and thighs (woo)
Then there's the dudes sipping on bottles
Bragging to their friends that they only date models (hehe)
But when their friends leave and he's all alone
He's tounging the first chick that looks like Star Jones (bleah)
Most young men try hard to pull hotties
But don't have a chance like New Edition without Bobby
"This club s**s" is all they say
But the next night's the same like it was "Groundhog Day"
[Hook: Gary Dean]
Tonight we're gonna do our thing until they shut it down
The music stops, just grab a girl because we're leaving now
I'll close the tab, you get the car, we'll be there right on time
If you like the club, the afterparty's gonna blow your mind
Tonight we're gonna do our thing until the lights come on
And then we're gonna keep it pumping 'til we start to yawn
I'll close the tab, you get the car, we'll be there right on time
If you like the club, the afterparty's gonna blow your mind
[Verse 2]
What, you think cause my life ain't pretty
That my rap sounds sh**ty cause I'm not from the city? (yes)
Cause I live a little different than what you see on the TV
And I'm not the type of cat that wears bling or says "for sheezy"? (for sure)
And most rappers claim that they're being themselves
But still come off sounding like everyone else (yep)
During interviews they're funny like Charlie Murphy
But get 'em in the booth and they sound like Eddie Murphy (heh heh)
But people aren't tough all the time
But rappers play tough a hundred percent of rhymes
Consumers eat it up and happily take it (thanks!)
And rappers buy yachts and continue to fake it (thanks!)
It's time for us to take a stand
And cover our eyes like Posdnous with his hand (Plug One)
Or you can ignore me and not give a f**
And dance around with a**holes still wearing broad cuffs
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
What, you think that your sh** don't stink?
That you're too cool to sing, that you can't do your thing? (yep)
You keep doing shots 'til it's too hard to think (ohh)
And you've hit on everything except the kitchen sink
"It's time to give up!" f** that, we've just started
Like Corky from "Life Goes On", let's get retarded (sorry)
We throw 'bows, mack hoes, change clothes
Lie to everyone, gamble like Pete Rose (whoop)
And girls acting rich? Come on, I'm not dumb
Unless they raised the prices at Forever 21
And all you dudes who think it's cool to act touchy
That's basically molesting, and you're not f**ing (yeah)
Let's prove that the Earth's like heaven
Like Belinda did back in 1987 (woo)
But if you aren't a 10 with a really hot bod
I'm acting like a dick, like Ari from "Entourage"
[Hook]