Mannie Fresh - Let the Thugs in the Club lyrics

[Intro: Lil' Wayne] Squed up, squed up, f** that n***a at the do' Squed up, squed up, f** that n***a at the back Squed up, squed up, f** y'all [Lil' Wayne] Listen Now when we slide up in the club, we come in and do thangs About every car that you name, on twenty-two thangs We likely to have a few drinks, beat up a few lanes Spittin game at a cute thang, make her get a crew brain All the Heinekens in mo' if it ain't dro we don't want it Cut my song on homie, yeah, that squad sh** we own it Droopy high come see the future, we livin for the moment Whole s**a on corners, the dance floor up pistols on it And everybody know you f** up, we k**in ya The whole club familia' with my familia Chicken heads Boriquas gon' follow where I go I ain't got nothing for them but a dick and a taco ? And everybody know right where the gat me when they dap ? put yo eyes right when you lap me And I ain't come to sign sh**, unless it's a bar tappin I ain't takin no pictures unless I'm palm in ? Where the f** y'all? [Chorus: Mack 10] Let the thugs in the club, show us love Show us love, let the thugs in the club Let the thugs in the club, show us love Show us love, let the thugs in the club [Bridge: Mack 10] L.A. let the thugs in the club A-T-L let the thugs in the club Chi-town let the thugs in the club Let the thugs in the club, show us love [B.G.] I like shinin' but dogg I'm in love with thuggin I like clubbin but I get off when I'm beefin and bustin I got a Bentley, Beemeh', Benz, Lex Got a bullet proof Hummer for just creepin on 'sess I got a roley, matter fact bout three or fou' Got a couple of neck pieces that I wear at the show n***as know all the trouble that come with me n***as know it ain't the bluffet that come from me Me and my click draw party every week at them crib For hustlers and convicts, they get it, how they live ? keep it real for the block and chill Yeah I'm happy and wha cuz I got a few mill' Don't thank I won't steal, wrap the K and k** Don't thank I won't say-uh a bird and crush the pills When it's time to bling, n***a I bling When it comes to do the damn thang, I do the damn thang! [Chorus] [Mack 10] Yo, yo Now it ain't no secret that I'm slangin and bangin And like a sack of dope rocks, my nuts be hangin It's Inglewood and Q.S., is the hood I'm claimin And I'm in already, so my colors is flamin It's for the project b**hes who be backin it up And all the hardcore hustlers that be stackin it up And no matter where you from, represent yo city If you a ghetto get crunk, if you's a diddy get chicky Get yo walk on, rib-riders if you true blue Get yo bang on, and thow yo hood up, die move While I buy the whole bar cuz you no one know I got a spotter and a front and a rag top fo' I keep it ghetto, gutta, gangsta like a West Coast G The homies trust The Dopeman so we got in free Like a stampede rust through and or we sell Was let a stoo' b**h and get shot in the head Ba, ba, ba, ba! [Chorus] [Bridge: Mack 10] Miami let the thugs in the club New Orleans let the thugs in the club Texas let the thugs in the club Let the thugs in the club, show us love Milwauk let the thugs in the club The Bay let the thugs in the club New York let the thugs in the club Let the thugs in the club, show us love Carolina let the thugs in the club Ohio let the thugs in the club Tennessee let the thugs in the club Detroit let the thugs in the club St. Louis let the thugs in the club DC let the thugs in the club