[Krayzie x2]
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck . . .
So if these mutha$#&@as wanna see your nuts,

show your nuts.
Let the slugs bust.
Shoot the club up!

These ^!$$%s scandalous [scandalous].
Good thing we packin' [packin'].


Tonight, we goin' out to the club.
We about ten deep.
Everybody looked thugged out.

I'm $#&@ed up.
Park the car,.
Smoke a little more.

We drink a little more.
^!$$% so high we get the mentality
$#&@ everybody.

We come here to party,
but I know somebody gon' try me,
and get my temperature uprisin'.

Anyway, ^!$$%, we straight to the V.I.P.
Excuse me, we need some Hennessey.
While my ^!$$%s is rollin' the sticky,

pa-pa-pass it, pass it back quickly.
That's when I heard the record skip [They fired.].
Security sprayed they mase.

Through all the commotion,
some ^!$$% jumped right out the car, right up in my face.
Before I could even do somethin', my ^!$$% done rushed him,

took his $$# to the floor.
Now here comes some more.
Now we got a war goin' on,

tryin' to get back out the door,
and we got our backs against the wall.
Naw, we don't plan to fall, y'all,

'cause we did not get searched
We all got pistols in our drawers.


[Chorus]

[Krayzie]

We heard a shot, %#@! [%#@!, %#@!, %#@! . . .]:
them ^!$$%s, my ^!$$%s--we dropped down to the pavement.
Bass from the DJ went blank.

Everybody runnin' tryin' to get the $#&@ up out this place.
I pulled out my gun.
Like 007--rolled under the table.

Unload, reload.
Every mutha$#&@a in the club folded up on the floor.
^!$$%s was rootin'-tootin'-shootin'.

Security been ran up out the club [Hoes!],
and there ain't nobody left but thugs.
We drunk as $#&@,

fin to shoot this mutha$#&@a up.
^!$$%s was runnin' up on us
like they been waitin' for this %#@! to happen

[What's happenin'?]
for me to get caught in a club riot,
but my thugs tight.

And I can't believe this %#@!
^!$$% caught up in the middle of a war zone [the war zone].
But ^!$$%, if you know a Bone,

then you know that we get down with the dirty with the chrome
never leave it home.
Put it to your dome,

and I let it go.
Can't let these ^!$$%s run up on me
they (*##$es.

I put another clip in,
unload some more,
keep spittin'.

I never can understand:
if security's got the door,
then why so many ^!$$%s in here got guns?

And I can testify that 'cause I just shot one.
Good thing ^!$$% packed that vest and my weapon,
'cause I'd sure take a strippin',
if a ^!$$% caught me slippin'
without no protection.


[Chorus Till End]