Youngbloodz - Against Da Grain

Booty Club Playa Lyrics

by Youngbloodz
Album: Against Da Grain (1999)



Hook

Youse just a booty club playa (a break yourself pimp)
A hit the club, spend the dub (ol sucka-ass self) (x4)

(sean paul)
When I hit the gc, my money buckled ? ?
These hoes shakin they ass, but they aint shakin it for free
Lookin dead at me, finna get me for what I got
Tattoo on the ass, got my tilly core hot
Now Im almost out the door, one hour left before they close
Shawty went upstairs, freshened up and changed her clothes
Smellin good, lil shawty ?
Can you lend a couple hundred to your little cuz?
And he did, so its on, dj play my favorite song
Shake em off, she shook em off, I broke her off
Put the money in her thong
All night long these nigga lookin at me like Im wrong
Dont where your playa partner, do dis thang til the money gone

Hook

(j-bo)
Its friday night, so what the hell is their to do?
I guess Ill hit club niggas and go and get a drank or two
And who do I see at the end of the bar?
Its that booty club playa, the same one without no car
Spendin his mad little ends on some ass and his friends
And now the night begins as I hit the gentlemens
And then after then, Im a go and head over to magic city
Where I can get slizzard some mo, and see alot mo titties
And bitties actin shitty for somethin they aint got
So look here shawty, it aint no need you gettin hot
For as I take another shot, up on them rocks
Now let me see dat thang, as I proceed to blow the spot

Hook

(sean paul)
My fare lookin shawt, done spent all my change
Aint even got .35 to call a cab man
Nigga Im big pistol, drank another drank of win
On the dance wit cha
Shawty really, want me to come home wit her
Chargin five hundred, but I aint got it to give her
Put my paper down, cut her up like a swisher
Damn, Im that club bandit, nigga they call me mister
That nigga in the club payin bills to your sister

(j-bo)
Now once again, I go crunk off in the back
Wit my nigga mark twayne and sean paul off in the lac
And now its on the crack, and we actin, and cuttin the fool
For every benjamin that we spend aint nothin cool
So Im a let you know, just in case you didnt know
That them attic crew boys steppin in just for the low
And if you aint wit it, then deal wit it, I gotsta go
Cause we aint bout no games, and you can take that to the store

Hook


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