(feat. Big Hawk & Garcia, Kevo, Lyrical 187)

[talking:]

Uh that's right, we back in the building ^!$$%
Young Fever Presidential, 1-8-7 Presidential
H-A-Dub, courtesy of Ghetto Dreams ^!$$% uh

We got diamonds, the size of you ^!$$%z eyes this time
It's VS2 Clarion on this one, we bout to $#&@ the club up


[Hook: x2]
Go on mix it up (yeah), go on twist it up
If you in the club $#&@ed up, holla (hell yeah)

I'm talking Henn and Hypnotic, hydro and chronic
Mugging a mother$#&@er, screaming (we don't care)


[Kevo:]
Hate me when I skate up to the club, with a bug on my wrist
Custom six overload, no Crys

I came to throw some bows and break a nose, where my (*##$es and sixes
I see you mother$#&@ers outside, whistling and tipsy
(*##$ you bouncing with your mouth wide, and mix on your kidneys

I'm worser than Ike and Bobby, beating Tina and Whitney
I hold three X and dro, feeling oh so woozy
Popped a bag of broad at the bar, and gon bruise it

Who party like we do %#@!, nobody
My ^!$$%z in the club, from Saturday to Friday
Bum rush the bar, trample over feet

And to you ^!$$%z play it sweet, or get put to sleep
You gotta love it, when these ^!$$%z play corporate
Until that metal open up they chest, and they stop just forfeit

You don't want this desert eagle, in your face
And act like that drank on that bar, ^!$$% stay in your place and


[Hook x2]

[Lyrical 187:]

I'ma fall up in the place, with my mug twisted up
Straight shots of Henny, plenty hoes wanna $#&@
(*##$ ^!$$%z around me, with they nuts swolled up

This new ^!$$% on the block, got your spot sewed up
1-8-7 the Lyrical Presidential, high roll
Put that diamond in your tooth, on the flo' (hell yeah)

We tear the club up, ^!$$%z throw your thug up
(*##$es show your thong, acting like you scared take your $$# home
I'm $#&@ed up off dro and drank, calling ^!$$%z to the bank

Seeing how many gon ride, I see the panic in they eyes
You don't want no problems dog, I just came to chill with y'all
Show you how real ^!$$%z ball, they don't give a $#&@

Three way pimp action, after hour in the Clutch
!@%* chasing in the parking lot, dodging the butts
1-8-7, Young Fever and the H-A-Dub-K

Presidential, Ghetto Dreams and them boys don't play

[Hook x2]


[H.A.W.K.:]
I'm at the club $#&@ed up, in my pick-up truck

Fresh dressed, looking like a million bucks
I hit the dutch, then climb out the truck
Old school Chucks, walking with a gangsta strut

You can swear that I'm playing, for the Stanley Cup
I'm so iced up, just missing the hockey puck
I'm sipping on Hypnotic, feeling pshycotic

Good weed I got it, trying to see who bought it
Girls getting erotic, shaking $$# and tits
They see a playa in the mix, so they jump on dick

Them girls so slick, with that famous rhyme
I ain't a groupie, I don't do this all the time
Lil' mama stop lying, cause I could really care less

I'm really not impressed, and all I want is sex
So baby what's next, are you going my way
Another notch on the belt, for the H-A-W-K


[Hook x2]