You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub, my mind got what you need, if you need
to feel the buzz.
I'm not having sex, I ain't in to making love, so come give me a hug, if you in to getting
rough.
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub, my mind got what you need, if you need
to feel the buzz.
I'm not having sex, I ain't in to making love, so come give me a hug, if you in to getting
rough.
When I pull up out front, you see the bands I don't do.
When I roll 20 deep, so it's drama in the club.
Now that I roll with Dre, everybody show me love.
When you select Eminem, you get plenty of groupie love.
Like homie ain't nothing changed, pros now G's up.
I see exhibit in the cutting man, roll them trees up.
If you watch how I move, you mistake me for a player pimp.
Been hit with a few shits, but I don't walk with a limp.
In the hood, and the ladies saying 50, you hot.
They like me, I want them to love me like they Lil' Pop.
Bottle in New York, shorty tell you I'm loco.
And the plan is to put the rap game in the choco.
I'm fully focused man, my money on my mind.
Got a meal out the deal, and I'm still in the grind.
Now shorty say she feeling my style, she feeling my flow.
A girl from wooded it by, and they ready to go.
I'm in the club, bottle full of bub, my mind got what you need, if you need to feel the
buzz.
I'm not having sex, I ain't in to making love, so come give me a hug, if you in to getting
rough.
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub.
My mind got what you need, if you need to feel the buzz.
I'm not having sex, I ain't in to making love, so come give me a hug, if you in to getting
rough.
Remember poppin' and lockin' and Curtis blowin' the name belts.
In Scotland Rock, I sleep a hole back in Latin quarters.
When Slick Rick was spittin' lottie -dottie.
Gave in to hoochies at the neighborhood block parties.
I remember great dancing to Melly Mel.
Jekyll and Hyde, LL, when he rocks the pails.
Forget the TV, I'd rather hit the streets and do graffiti.
Be careful, don't let the transit cops see me.
Ain't nothing like the old school.
Hey, I was at Latin quarters, nigga.
When Eric B. and Rakim did I Ain't No Joke for the first time.
Oh, my dawg, people poppin' in the club.
It's on now with my eyes fixed.
If she smiles, she gone.
Hit the roof on fire, man.
Just let it burn for talking about money.
Homie, I ain't concerned.
I'ma take you with bangs to me.
Cause go ahead, spit the style up.
And if they hatin', let them hatin'.
Once the money pile up, we can go upside the head with a bottle of bub.
Come on, they know where we be.
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub.
My mind got what you need, if you need to feel the buzz.
I'm not having sex, I ain't in to making love, so come give me a hug, if you in to getting
rough.
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub.
My mind got what you need, if you need to feel the buzz.
I'm not having sex, I ain't in to making love, so come give me a hug, if you in to getting
rough.
Don't try to act like you don't know who we be, nigga.
We in the club all the time.
It's a prop pop -up.
Shady aftermath.
It ain't nothing like the old school.
Hey, on the real though.
Ain't nothing like the old school.
Ain't nothing like the old school.
