Kottonmouth Kings - This My Club Song lyrics

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Kottonmouth Kings - This My Club Song lyrics

This is for the people that are drinking in a club The people getting' drunk, the people getting f**ed up We in the back smoking buds, spinning records, spitting flows so high Melt the ice off your necklace so keep your head bobbin' 'Cause your neck you know it's fat I always come prepared for anybody want to snap back Low key holding shop let me get my groove on Back up five feet and let me get my groove on And my drink on, and my smoke on Then go home with, something to poke on I do my own thing, I make big moves I ride big wheels, I fill big shoes This my club song This this my club song so put your hands up like what yeah This my dance song This this my dance song so lean back, lean back [CHORUS] This my club song This this my club song I'm at the bar getting tore back drinking booze This my dance song This this my dance song so lean back, lean back This the anthem so throw your damn hands up This the anthem so throw your damn hands up This my club song This this my club song I'm at the bar getting tore back drinking booze So many places to go, so many people to see So many things to do, yo that's the life I lead I stay busy like a beaver on speed Breaking mother f**ing z's like I'm chopping up trees Always VIP when I step on the scene And always last to leave when I'm doing my thing I'm always double fisted when I'm up in the club And never leaving alone 'cause you know I get love I got the smooth mack to get the girls on their back Laying flat looking like they had a heart attack Now what you know about that partner, do the math But you better add fast, I'm a put you on blast Last laugh on my habit, I guarantee this Your lady asked if she could grab it so I broke out my dick Then I took the b**h home and boned all night long And on my way out I heard the DJ playing this song [CHORUS] I come out on a Friday, blazing down the highway Fast lane, living life, doing things my way I'm not trendy, I'm a trend setter Don't follow trends 'cause my daddy taught me better Original style, spray paint and a stencil Rip 'n tear wear hear me blaze the instrumental Coincidentally I don't want a Bentley Never like diamonds, Gucci or Fendi Brand names offend me, I'm puffing on sensi Never pretend to be something that you're not Like a tweaker on crystal meth, heating up the rock That's played out Pure destruction to my people Make some noize come on I can't hear you [CHORUS]

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