Rasheed - Step in the Club lyrics

Chorus: Baby Bash Step in the club like it ain't no thang (No thang) Sittin' on the bar while I sip on drank (On drank) Girl wanna holla, tryin' to run that game (That game) I just, want a freak that ain't got no shame (No shame) Repeat Chorus [Verse 1: Baby Bash] I'm a blast off like a damn Houston rocket Roll around town, with some dank in my pocket Grandma say, "Ronnie Ray, you need to stop it" Punk bootleggers, man, they f**in' off my profit Dip up in the club, and she eyeballin' me Remind me of the breeze from Terminator 3 Think ya nasty She the ho extravaganza Gloss when I floss, I'm the boss like Tony Danza Puttin' hands on, motherf**ers actin' up Give me fifty feet, better back the f** up Me and Juan Gotti smashin' outta T-Town Look at Low-G, got a fool beat down (Beat down) Repeat Chorus Twice [Verse 2: Rasheed] Downtown, Super Bowl XXXVIII (Eight) In the clutz city of no pity, movin' weight (Weight) Case to get in state Keep me in the G manner (Manner) All my homies roll like Tony Montana (Tana) Listen to the law, jab and jaw off on a scanner (Scanner) Sippin' purple hawk, startin' bangin' David Banner (Banner) Money in the Benz, but I'm layin' in the 'Llac ('Llac) Stomach so swoll', throwin' up in the back {*retching*} She was fine, yes sir, she was trill Plus she had a pocketfull of colorful pill (Man, CHILL!) Bring heat through your whole crew flannel (Flannel) Crooked, them chickens put on a Food Channel (Channel) Roll with the pimps, y'all, naw, I'm not a baller (Baller) Teller bought the cities like a blue Nightcrawler Call her on the celly, with my jelly, meet the mami at the tele Roll the fatty, jump in the ride and disappear like Machavelli What Repeat Chorus Twice [Verse 3: Lucky Luciano] Man, I step in the club like it ain't no thang On valet park, been drankin' all day Paparazzi takin' pictures and the haters lookin' mad But the barber's showin' love, and I'm signin' autographs Bartender know me, and he know I do the fool Everybody in my ear, I'm lookin' like, "Who is you!?" Give me fifty and a seas on the rocks for these boys Can't stand male groupies, move around with that noise I'm tryin' to sit down and roll up and get blowed Find somethin' I can take back to the momo Like that, right there, you lookin' good, no doubt What you got under that skirt, what you talkin' 'bout I'm waitin' for my boys downstairs to get done They wouldn't let me on stage, they said I was drunk But it's about to be two, girl, tell me if you ready Let's sip champagne in my jacuzzi at the tele Repeat Chorus Twice [Verse 4: Grimm] My cup got sip in my soda I don't give a f**, don't tip my sh** over Six bad b**hes sittin' in a Range Rover Paul got 'em all, lookin' over they shoulder Tuggin' on dro, got smoke in my windpipe Boys wanna know, 'bout my hoes and my pimp life n***a, what it is, what it was, what it been like Can I get a chickenhead shake and some french fries Hand's so skin tight Dance's so freak like Notch after notch, in the club, on a weeknight Now she wanna go home, go to bed and sleep tight Bet this Henessey 'bout to here make her speed right Repeat Chorus Twice