This My Club Song Lyrics - Koast Ii Koast - Kottonmouth Kings

This is for the people that are drinking in a club 

The people getting' drunk, the people getting fucked up 

We in the back smoking buds, spinning records, spitting flows so high 

Melt the ice off your necklace so keep your head bobbin' 

'Cause your neck you know it's fat 

I always come prepared for anybody want to snap back 

Low key holding shop let me get my groove on 

Back up five feet and let me get my groove on 

And my drink on, and my smoke on 

Then go home with, something to poke on 

I do my own thing, I make big moves 

I ride big wheels, I fill big shoes 

This my club song 

This this my club song so put your hands up like what yeah 

This my dance song 

This this my dance song so lean back, lean back 

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This my club song 

This this my club song 

I'm at the bar getting tore back drinking booze 

This my dance song 

This this my dance song so lean back, lean back 

This the anthem so throw your damn hands up 

This the anthem so throw your damn hands up 

This my club song 

This this my club song 

I'm at the bar getting tore back drinking booze 

So many places to go, so many people to see 

So many things to do, yo that's the life I lead 

I stay busy like a beaver on speed 

Breaking mother fucking z's like I'm chopping up trees 

Always VIP when I step on the scene 

And always last to leave when I'm doing my thing 

I'm always double fisted when I'm up in the club 

And never leaving alone 'cause you know I get love 

I got the smooth mack to get the girls on their back 

Laying flat looking like they had a heart attack 

Now what you know about that partner, do the math 

But you better add fast, I'm a put you on blast 

Last laugh on my habit, I guarantee this 

Your lady asked if she could grab it so I broke out my dick 

Then I took the bitch home and boned all night long 

And on my way out I heard the DJ playing this song 

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I come out on a Friday, blazing down the highway 

Fast lane, living life, doing things my way 

I'm not trendy, I'm a trend setter 

Don't follow trends 'cause my daddy taught me better 

Original style, spray paint and a stencil 

Rip 'n tear wear hear me blaze the instrumental 

Coincidentally I don't want a Bentley 

Never like diamonds, Gucci or Fendi 

Brand names offend me, I'm puffing on sensi 

Never pretend to be something that you're not 

Like a tweaker on crystal meth, heating up the rock 

That's played out 

Pure destruction to my people 

Make some noize come on I can't hear you 

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