Pack - Club Stuntin lyrics

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Pack - Club Stuntin lyrics

[Lil' Uno] We in the Club we Stuntin' [Traxamillion] (Yeah, Yeah) [Lil' Uno] HEEEYYY [Traxamillion] I had to get the Youngstas on em' man [Lil' Uno] Its the Pack man, Young L, Wezzy B, Young Stunna and me Lil' Uno aka the prince man, Got my man Traxamillion over here on the beats man so you know its a hit Haha, Heeeey [Traxamillion] AAAAAOOWWWW [Lil' Uno] D the first letter in A-M-O-N-T-E But you better call me Uno when you see me on the streets A cute face with a coke bottle shape Blowin' ice like a blunt, They get me high I call em' grapes The grapes in the backfoot call em' Gymanstics Kinda had a nice game like my name John Madden Mouth Jeff Gordon racing 24 Bullets And the b**hes call me baby like I'm runnin' cash money My tool kinda long I wrap it double magnums A picky type dude gotta be gold wrapper Jackie Joyner-Kersee Got Trax and The Pack Pickin' up skirts for a 100 yard dash Slow it down, Take a breath, Fresh air I love that smell See Vans no Nikes so you know its Wolfpack Put the mic in my hand and see a girl shape crack. (Chorus) [Stunna Man] I'm back baby The Pack go crazy Trax on a track We be hittin' on the ladies She ask questions Why you so fly ? She tell me that my grill look like a bright lite I take her to the club so she see them bright lights My team get Hyphy a lot of club fights So nice, So much ice We be flyer than a kite in the Vans that you like I'm so fly, I'm so high Yes you ain't heard Stunna that guy Yeah homie I'm popular so now you know why ya hoe jockin' us At the party I sip I be ripped like sh** hoes down with this sh** The Pack, Based Boys Yeah that's my clique Act into ya street, Yeah I bang my script (Chorus) [Young L] Run then bend yeah shake that sh** Back it up make L wanna break that sh** (Yeah, Yeah) And I bang the Pack got Boppas on deck with the Rippas in the back I'm messin' with Trax Give me all the Racks Yeah I'ma stacks Cash to the max Why ya chick wouldn't stop eyin' She let ya boy in, n***a ain't even tryin' She came over ask me a question Next thing you know we was talkin' about s** (About s**, Yeah) Its the Pack Based Boys Vans with a backpack Star Wars Jeans With A Looney Tune hoodie Inside out n***as know what I'm about Its the next level Frasier Frames She's a runner, She ain't my main (Chorus) [Lil' B] Walked in the club yes I'm fresh, Gadddesyes Girls say I'm raw and I give em' all the best s**, Ganggadddangdeng All up in the back mayne, Sac mayne, I done seen souths like Pac-Mayne ? Ride in the scrape thing black with the black tint Aired out, Aired out Girl yeah that's it Bruhhs tryna stab it, Gruhhs tryna grab it Gotta long blunt, Bleeyah ?, Throat all raspy Gotta just test me, Right but I'm lefty Gotta light skin look sweet like Nestle All my n***as deep with the heat don't test me All nice gotta long slot like Gretzky ? Been done f**in' you, Why the n***a gon' test me ? All up in the party goin' dumb lookin' s**y Yes All my n***as go crazy I been in the club goin' 18 aye aye.