Lyrics
We step up in the club, surrounded by fake thugs
They wanna act hard, but they gotta show us love
They know we be the cats that you gots to roll with
Runnin around town pullin another night shift
They throwin up gang signs, blood or crip?
I'm neither, but I spit that ether, no bull sh**
The back of the bar is where we are movin
The whole club grovin, tryin to stay sober, a battle I'm losin
We chillin with a brew, spot a fine honie, homie, maybe even two
She approaches me, speaking swhalili, asking how to please me, she feelin kinda sleezy
Sorry ma, I'm locked down, I ain't tryin to clown, my man Eaz single if you're down with the brown, I dunno how that sounds
Titties fat, ass round, wants to go pound for pound, wants to go round for round
Homegirl, is eager for a fever, the fire door is where I leave her, so I can retrieve her
Now we on the dance floor, feelin like san-ta, all these cuties to deliver, now they got me in a shiver
The DJ, plays that famous club hit, you know that Brennino sh** , you know that YP bit
Crowd goin buckwild, they singin out loud, got a brother feelin proud, got me floatin like a cloud
They singin out the chorus, bull in a china shop so I guess you gots to call me Tarus
I'm causin choas, I'm young and I'm restless, always up to mischief, throwin up my hands, one timin like Wyclef
Got a hankerin for somethin betta, look in my wallet, still got feta
As in cheese, can I have some? b*** please, get off your f*** in knees
She lookin at me sayin "oh boy", I'm like stop playin with "my toy"
Babygirl manages to back down, could only muster a frown while she slippin out her gown
Daaaamn, you don't get the message ma, let me put it to you simple see ya
Vision gettin cloudy thanks to the liquor, the more I drink the more I'm gettin sicker
I headed for the exit, one last thing to do before I leave I took my name of the guest list
Now I'm lookin for some air the rest of the night quickly turnin into a blair
Outside the club they sellin they f*** in rat food, eatin that sh** can result in no good
Now I got some chump tryin to sell me roses, for this walk home I may as well be Moses
The scum has left me with no other option, thats elemetary my dear Watson
I yell for a taxi, I'm young and I'm sassy, maybe thats why the mutha f*** a drove past me
The walk home is a long one, legs weighin about a ton, I gotta say it Brennino is about done
