2nd II None - Up in Da Club lyrics

Compton in the house 2-2-0 [Hook](DJ Quik) Up in da club (Where You chillin for the summer, homey?) Up in da club (Jumpin out the stretch hummer runnin) Up in da club (Fly ladies from wall the wall) Up in da club (With my beats I'm fadin all a y'all) Up in da club (Can a playa spend his double life) Up in da club (Before she shank me with a bu*ter knife) Up in da club (Upper level or lower life) Up in da club (Still the same where we coincide) (Verse 1: Gangsta D) If You lookin for a man with a bulge in his pants Who really ain't trippin about a one night stand I'll be that dude that'll leave you wishin That's floatin in ya love pond, strictly fishin See, baby, lookin cute with a bathing suit Pants like all in the a** without the zoom I'm gangsta, baby don't you know we keep the heaters hot Summertime, when we grind bumpin on yo block In the club smokin trees, drinkin hennessey Crack a straggla to the fullest is my strategy Ain't no need for actin uptight with Gangsta D Now put ya drinks in the air and make a toast to me Cause I'm off the red eye flight Flyin overseas for the ladies with the tight Tell me what you like Fast or slow? In my car or on dubs? A straight f**in while we buckin, baby (CHORUS) (Verse 2: K.K.) Now K.K. got a space at the back of the club, low key I did my thang in the car that's why I skip past the broad Got my eyes on tight, I'm headed straight for a corner Got my eyes on this freak with 10 s**as all upon her The type that claim they fly and fresh Yappin like hoes bout who got the best Rolex, sweat Drenchin all on my head and my shirt It's time to shake my buzz, grab a skirt and go to work Crack the dance floor wit me but don't hurt ya self Nice at the summertime at the club(Oh Yeah) The tricks come to spend a lot On these tricks off the knot That's why they get with pockets ripped to they socks Damn! These pretty hoes comin in flocks Talkin about how many freaks I got That's why, I go sometimes for a minute & shake the spot It's either too damn crowded or hella hot (CHORUS) (Verse 3: AMG) Yeah, ho is Dolce & Gabanna, ya mama In the six rebel Big face, she wanna know how my hit tastes Yeah, I remember these freaks by face Or they nipples or they cheeks to the belly chains on they waist Most of y'all knees n' knuckles, Cartier belt buckles Lookin for a n***a to hustle sh**, I'm the next multi-million dollar black man For all y'all ain't grizzlin' n***as Take, check the soundscan Quik gotta beat that'll cost a hundred grand Party from LA, to Rio to Japan If you in the stands, throw up both ya hands If you in the hood with the leather'n'wood Let these hoes know 2-2-0 got the do-do Find me on the net, dot com the text VISA, Mastercard, American Express (overlapped by chorus)Spending, b*tch!!! (Chorus Till Fade)