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shyheim - club scene كلمات الأغنية

intro:
you want lessons?
it’s to get with it, we out n-gg-
come on!

[shyheim]
i came into the party with my fly wu-wear sh-t on
two hundred in, my teeth flex, gotta throw my hit on
movin through the crowd with my shines hangin out
hit the bar, for a henney straight, no chaser
guzzle it down, honies crowdin around the killa bee
buy you a drink, you kidding? love, you got to be
since you on my d-ck, won’t you buy me a drink?
chewin my ear off, tellin me that she met me in the rink
i don’t get tricky, got too much g
got a degree in p.i.m.p-alogy, acknowledge me
not a playa, teach these n-gg-s how to be, i’m? wallabeeneny?
thugs throw it up, everytime they see me
i hollow back, “where the bats at?”
baseball fitted hat, 7-1-8ths, new york yanks’
she was miss elliot trace, from her shoes to her face
with a body just like a ferrari shape
she asks me, “how you get that cut on your face”?
that’s when the dj shouted out, “shyheim’s in the place”
i was high off the notion and case
it must have been her birthday cuz she was holdin mad cake
her man holdin no weight
he low-budget, she told me we was fluckin
we with two of her friends and three of her cousins
we in the corner whinin, my whole team’s shinin
it’s time to go when these fake rappers start rhymin
for real son

chorus:
you know the club scene, 7-40, i beam
you know the club scene, big icy links and minks
you know the club scene, f-ck around and get shot
you know the club scene, n-gg-s spend all they got
you know the club scene, shorty, she lookin hot
you know the club scene, n-gg-s be on bra’
you know the club scene, you better tuck your watch
you know the club scene, we flossin in the parkin lot

[shyheim]
there’s a party goin on, down the blizz-ock
in this little hot box, but you might get shot
cuz there’s a lot of knuckleheadz, who’ll be playin this club
a hole in the wall, i got my gun in, ain’t searchin at all
i watch you hand-to-hand n-gg-s, that be tryin to ball
with your little ghetto-fame, tech to sn-tch your chain
they used to call him killa, now got-murdered his name
i smack earth, wind & fire out lames
take money, thuggin ain’t a thing
i got my drink in my right hand, left hand in my pants
i don’t dance, just be loungin in my b-boy stance
respect my gangsta, move like an army at war
spit some w-lly in the air, and we slid out the door
about a quarter to 4: 00, jumped in the 4×4, smooth like velour
say no more, every party i go to, i bring a bird home
call me cabosa indiana jones

chorus

[shyheim]
i had this show o.t., at this venue called ritz
i was rockin the mic, when i noticed this b-tch
she was lickin her lips and her rubbin her t-ts
i can tell that she stripped, i had to politic
but she was with this achin b-tch, alienation b-tch
throwin peanuts in my jif, makin me sick
etcera, etcera, i’m liable to get rid of her
i don’t give a f-ck
took her in the bathroom, picked her up in the tub
i’m like a drug, i be stalkin the club
ladies beware, eighteen and above, what?
i’m a heart-breaker, the mind-raper
that don’t spend no paper and don’t like b-tches that wear makeup

- shyheim

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