Lyrical 187 - Mix it Up lyrics

(*talking*) Uh that's right, we back in the building n***a Young Fever Presidential, 1-8-7 Presidential H-A-Dub, courtesy of Ghetto Dreams n***a uh We got diamonds, the size of you n***as eyes this time It's VS2 Clarion on this one, we bout to f** the club up [Hook - 2x] Go on mix it up (yeah), go on twist it up If you in the club f**ed up, holla (hell yeah) I'm talking Henn and Hypnotic, hydro and chronic Mugging a motherf**er, screaming (we don't care) [Kevo] Hate me when I skate up to the club, with a bug on my wrist Custom six overload, no Crys I came to throw some bows and break a nose, where my b**hes and sixes I see you motherf**ers outside, whistling and tipsy b**h you bouncing with your mouth wide, and mix on your kidneys I'm worser than Ike and Bobby, beating Tina and Whitney I hold three X and dro, feeling oh so woozy Popped a bag of broad at the bar, and gon bruise it Who party like we do sh**, nobody My n***as in the club, from Saturday to Friday Bum rush the bar, trample over feet And to you n***as play it sweet, or get put to sleep You gotta love it, when these n***as play corporate Until that metal open up they chest, and they stop just forfeit You don't want this desert eagle, in your face And act like that drank on that bar, n***a stay in your place and [Hook - 2x] [Lyrical 187] I'ma fall up in the place, with my mug twisted up Straight shots of Henny, plenty hoes wanna f** b**h n***as around me, with they nuts swolled up This new n***a on the block, got your spot sewed up 1-8-7 the Lyrical Presidential, high roll Put that diamond in your tooth, on the flo' (hell yeah) We tear the club up, n***as throw your thug up b**hes show your thong, acting like you scared take your a** home I'm f**ed up off dro and drank, calling n***as to the bank Seeing how many gon ride, I see the panic in they eyes You don't want no problems dog, I just came to chill with y'all Show you how real n***as ball, they don't give a f** Three way pimp action, after hour in the Clutch s*ut chasing in the parking lot, dodging the bu*ts 1-8-7, Young Fever and the H-A-Dub-K Presidential, Ghetto Dreams and them boys don't play [Hook - 2x] [H.A.W.K.] I'm at the club f**ed up, in my pick-up truck Fresh dressed, looking like a million bucks I hit the dutch, then climb out the truck Old school Chucks, walking with a gangsta strut You can swear that I'm playing, for the Stanley Cup I'm so iced up, just missing the hockey puck I'm sipping on Hypnotic, feeling pshycotic Good weed I got it, trying to see who bought it Girls getting erotic, shaking a** and tits They see a playa in the mix, so they jump on dick Them girls so slick, with that famous rhyme I ain't a groupie, I don't do this all the time Lil' mama stop lying, cause I could really care less I'm really not impressed, and all I want is s** So baby what's next, are you going my way Another notch on the belt, for the H-A-W-K [Hook - 2x]