Lil Scrappy - Posted In The Club lyrics

[Intro: Crunchy Black] NOOOW... HANDS UP! (Hands up!) (Pop, pop!) It's goin' down! (Hands up!) (Pop!) n***a time's mine! (Hands up!) (Pop, pop!) G's up! (Hands up!) (Pop! Pop!) Lil' Scrappy! (Hands up!) (Pop!) Three 6... (Hands up!) Mafia! (Hands up!) (Pop!) Mafia! (Hands up!) (Pop!) It's going down! (Hands up!) (Pop!) Are you a fake-a** n***a? [Scrappy:] ('Ey! 'Ey! 'Ey! 'Ey! 'Ey! 'Ey!) [Chorus 1: Lil' Scrappy] You see I'm posted in the club - blunt in ma mouth! ('Ey! [x6]) If a n***a still buck, I'm a knock his a** out! ('Ey! [x6]) Posted in the club - talkin' to yo' girl ('Ey! [x6]) If a n***a wanna buck I'm a knock his a** out! ('Ey! [x6]) [Chorus 2: Lil' Scrappy] 'Eeeeey - b**h, what you gon' do? (Yoooo!) If you wanna buck we can do it if you want too! (Ooooh!) Hey b**h! (Ooooh!) - What you gon' do? ! (Yoooo!) If you wanna buck we can do it if you want too! (Ooooh!) [Bridge: Lil' Scrappy] Push a n***a! (hoe! hoe!) - Slap a n***a! (hoe! hoe!) p**y n***a! (hoe! hoe!) - Hoe n***a! (hoe! hoe!)- Let's go n***a! [Verse 1:] [Juicy J:] I drink liquor 5ths! - It's Juicy J, The pimp! I tell ya baby momma she can s** a n***a dick! Straight from the corna - the North is ma hood I don rode on 4 flats and it's still all good. Project Pat is outta jail and we 'bout to get dis mail To you hataz tryna rap, quit playin' with ya selves! Memphis, Tenn and ATL! - We gotta get dis cheese And we count big bills, while deez hoes on dey knees, YEAH! (Black: Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!) [Crunchy Black:] Mad 'cause they see me smilin' grillin' in his hoe face It ain't ma fault, you should her made her stay in the place! She couldn't help it, I'm the king of dis area code (Yoooo!) I been blowed, I got time balls, waitin' to explode, (YEAH!) Fifteen years I'm a inspiration in dis game You just gettin' dat car tomorrow, dat style about to change, mayne! If you was real you'd recognize real But b**h you blind to the signs (why?) get ya monkey a** k**ed! [Chorus 1] [Chorus 2] [Bridge] [Verse 2: Lil' Scrappy] It's the young n***a known for bringin' da drama Why I act crazy, yeah, I got it from my momma. Walk in this b**h with nuttin' - but a razor (razor!) I'm a slice the hell outta muthaf**in' hata Get paper and - [? ] nuttin' but hoes (hoe!) If a n***a wanna throw I'm throwin' nuttin' but bows (bows!) And what it is - you don't wanna go with' da legend (aaah!) Beatin' n***as a** into the hell of heaven. Wha**up? - I'm drunk! - But I'm crunk in dis b**h ('Ey! [x6]) If you wanna throw bottles, I'm a stab you quick ('Ey! [x6]) Ay, back off for a minute for I step in it (in it!) ('Ey! [x6]) n***a chill shawty ya boi ain't finish his sentence. (AAOHH!) Don't get mad 'cause ya broads on ma dick (DICK!) And she came ova (dick!) in ya damn favorite outfit (favorite outfit!) (whattup?) Yeeaah! - Dolla signs all in the air (What? [x6]) And I don't give a f** if you wanna take it there. (What? [x6]) [Chorus 1] [Chorus 2] [Bridge]