Shut The Club Down

One, one, one, one, one

One, one, one, one, one

Whooo-eee!

(Hey, hey you!)

Ain't nothin' for me to come through and shut the club down

Walk through the club me and mug haters down

Drop a stack at the bar, a hundred Louis thirteen

Posted up camouflage down to my feet, feet

They lookin' at me like, who is, who is he?

I straighten up yo boy, he raised in teh streets

My name's Ramone and you can spell it when I step in yo room

Take VI, Chevy go zoom

I hit the club with a mug so mean

Got them niggas like who the fuck is that

Then I hopped up out the car so clean

Got them niggas like who the fuck is that

I'm like right, left, back, forth

Yeah I got the money, nigga that's of course

Hit the stage with a b-boy stance

The club owner like who the fuck is that

Hey, hey, you, you

Get it quick, wanna jack

No way, no way

No slack

Hey, hey, you, you

Get it quick, wanna jack, no slack

Rich Boy sellin' crack fuck niggas wanna jack

Shit tight no slack just bought a Cadillac

Took it to the chop shop

Got the damn top dropped two colored flip flopped

Candy red lollipop

There's hoes in the parking lot

But i still got my glock cocked

New money motherfucker don't you see the big knot

Don't you see the big chain

Don't you see the big rims

Wonder who they hatin' on lately

Baby it's him candy paint,

Gator skin seats call me Dun Dee

pope in your hood I'm the one that you wanna be

Haters wish they could feel the wood in my '83

Ridin' with no tint so the motherfuckers know it's me

Rich Boy sellin' crack

Fuck niggas wanna jack

Shit tight no slack

Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH!)

Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH!)

Just bought a Cadillac

Rich boy sellin' crack

Wanna jack

No slack

Sellin' crack

Wanna jack

No slack

Lil mama, it's ya boy Youngin

G5 dippin, lui vuitton luggage (ay)

Gotta love it, ya boy so fly

All the ladies go (ohhh) when a nigga go by.

Gucci on the feet, Marc Jacob on the thigh

She wanna ride or die with ya boy in the shi.

That's right, so I let her kiss the prince

so boyfriend, she ain't missed him since.

And everybody say, I remember way back when

And everybody say, I remember way back when

And everybody say, I remember way back when

And everybody say, I remember way back when

And everybody say, I remember way back when

And everybody say, I remember way back when

And everybody say, I remember way back when

And everybody say, I remember way back when

With a little bit of gold and a pager

We don't give a fuck

With a little bit of gold and a pager

We don't give a fuck

Hey!