Cappadonna - That Staten Island sh** lyrics

Yo, check it out man All ya'll dudes, and all ya'll chicks Pay that money at the door, getting searched Don't try to place the razor under the sneaker Don't try to put that gun up in your wig yo Cause I can see you, Diglah, yo, check it out Up in the club like what You know what it is man, me and my whole clique, yo [Chorus] It's that club type sh**, that make you nice It's that Henny in that cup without that juice and ice It's that gang banger sh**, that make you bleed This that Staten Island sh**, yo that smack a weave Ayo, all in the club like what, balling it up Bebe Con Dunks, strut when I step in the cut Got my eyes on honeys and I'm feeling they stuff Me and my man Luck Star yo we back in effect Got them hard a** beats like we packing a tech And everybody in the joint steady breaking they neck Got thugs in the back mixing greens with wet Moe spilling on my clothes and the party is set I go for real all night til the sun start to rise And I'm back on the block again flipping them pies Me and my man Luck Star bagging all of the chicks While they getting they eagle on yo we hop on they tits Make 'em lean back some more on they can hop on the stick And nobody can stop us, we caught in the mix Got that fresh gear on like we caught in the flicks Grab sweeties by the waistline, rubbing our sh** Come on tell me that you like my moves Go baby girl, tell me how you like my grooves Got baggy jeans on with my Timberland shoes Ride honeys from the back and they loving the cruise Step right to my business, any shorty I choose Put it all up in her dress with she shake in her shoes Me and my man Luck Star stay thug'n 'em out Kiss em while they on the dance floor ya'll Straight bug'n 'em out Got haters on the sideline, cussing 'em out Can't wait to get em home, start bust'n 'em out If they don't wanna act right, start smut'n 'em out Make em drink more Henny, start gut'n 'em out Rock a big fat chain, King Tut in the house You can't knock Don, that's what the hustle about [Chorus] I need a chick that can shake her a**, she know how to move Got plenty of cash, got the glow like Stacey Dash In the buggy eyed Benz, keep a glock in the stash Rock Perry Ellis, Liz Claiborne slacks With a body like Eve and her a** is fat Always down for a n***a, never giving it up You know her stuff stay tight while we living it up Take trips out to Paris yo, sip'n it up Dine at the I'll spots, yo we tip'n it up I take two or three chicks, not giving a f** Call little clay waist, start pack'n the truck It's like that, take a cruise and I'll be right back All the chicks on the block wanna know where I'm at I like em cla**y, all the way down to hood rat With your Timberland boots on, scarf to match Army fatigue with your tight jeans, face is means Getting the type of chick tryna make my Queen And it really don't matter to me 'Cause I'm looking at your a** and that sh** got fatter to me [Chorus] Yo, Throw me that four-four Booger Foot City