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)