เนื้อเพลง Get Out The Club - 50 Cent
เนื้อเพลง Get Out The Club
[50 Cent-talking over beat]
It's gangsta n*gga
It's too gangsta n*gga
I keep it gangsta n*gga
Wha wha
It's gangsta n*gga
It's too gangsta n*gga
I keep it gangsta n*gga
Wha
[50 Cent]
Get Out The Club B*TCH
N*ggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love B*TCH
Never thought you'd be on that loser sh*t
You on some movie sh*t
Get out the club B*TCH
N*ggas tryin to holla at you
We wanna parlay wit you
[50 Cent]
I hate when b*tches act like they too good for a n*gga (yea)
Like they anit grow up in the same hood wit a n*gga
In the club givin n*ggas the wrong numbers and wrong names
B*tch why don't you take ya ass home and quit playin games
They on that pretty sh*t (what) that high saditty sh*t (yea)
They want me to trick, I ain't P. Diddy B*TCH (woo)
I'm gone show em now
I'm gone show em how (show em how)
How we break it down
This is how it's goin down
Them b*tches think p*ssy precious
Them n*ggas they wanna test us
Got beef so we be wearin vest-es
Look I don't give a f*ck n*gga
B*tch I aint buyin no p*ssy
N*gga you'll die if you push me
N*gga you know I'm holy
B*tch picture me rollin
Hooker probably for paper, cause p*ssy come wit it
I aint joking, pistol smoking, any n*gga can get it
While I'm ballin she by my side wit me
But if some sh*t jump off she aint gone ride wit me
Get out the club b*tch
[Chorus]
Get out the club B*TCH
N*ggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love B*TCH
Never thought you'd be on that loser sh*t
You on some movie sh*t
Get out the club B*TCH
N*ggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love B*TCH
Never thought you'd be on that loser sh*t
You on some movie sh*t
[50 Cent]
My whole team gettin dough b*tch
On the low b*tch, friends'll kick a n*gga do' down fo sho b*tch
Shorty we aint trippin, n*ggas just wanna dance wit cha
I mean damn wont you give a n*gga a chance wit you
On that pre-Madonna sh*t, that Dolce & Gabbana sh*t
Bet I can teach ya about Gucci, Fendi, and Prada b*tch
I met cha in the parkin lot, sh*t woulda been diffrent then
You fix ya make-up, so much chrome on my Mercedes Benz
I take ya to see Beth in Jersey, but you aint worthy
Thats where we buy the ice at the right price
B*tch you think you high class, you aint worth a third of a n*gga
Ya man is gangsta, but we aint never heard of the n*gga
Sh*t hit the fan, we f*ck around and murdered a n*gga
Tell a punk to play his position and turn up missin
F*ck around, his body get found, cut up in the kitchen
I aint playin wit you b*tch you better listen
[Chorus]
Get out the club B*TCH
N*ggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love B*TCH
Never thought you'd be on that loser sh*t
You on some movie sh*t
Get out the club B*TCH
N*ggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love B*TCH
Never thought you'd be on that loser sh*t
You on some movie sh*t
[50 Cent]
This a low rider here b*tch, in L.A. they show me love
N*ggas be under palm trees twistin Cali bud
Call a Crip "Cuz", call a Blood "Dawg"
I aint bangin so I holla like "Wat up yall?"
B*tches know I be buggin when they don't show me no lovin
I aint gotta say nuttin, n*ggas know I be thuggin
When ever I'm around motherf*ckas stop joke-in
They know how I get down, I be motherf*ckin Loc-in
Shorty she like Bussa-Bus, she love Nas
She like when L lick his lips, the b*tch love stars
After the club, Ima have her in the hot tub
Her and her girlfriend gone show me some puppy love
[Chorus]
Get out the club B*TCH
N*ggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love B*TCH
Never thought you'd be on that loser sh*t
You on some movie sh*t
Get out the club B*TCH
N*ggas tryin to holla at you
We want parlay wit you
You won't show us no love B*TCH
Never thought you'd be on that loser sh*t
You on some movie sh*t
Get out the club B*TCH
[50 Cent talking over beat]
2000 sh*t motherf*cker you know how this sh*t goin down
This is my sh*t, from now on this is my sh*t
N*gga can't eat, n*gga can't sleep, n*gga can't do sh*t
Unless I say he can n*gga
N*gga come 15 n*ggas, 10 knives I'll leave wit 4 stiches
N*gga thats not assault, thats a insult
You and every motherf*cka that roll wit you
You b*tch ass n*gga I'ma see you
N*gga is sweet like candy
I can get cha now or later
You f*cked up, shoulda murdered me playa
N*gga is sweet like candy
I don't care how much you pray
N*gga I don't care how much you paid
And you sweet like candy
I can get you now or later, later, playa