Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah



[Chorus - Mannie Fresh (2x)]

This how we do it, where I'm from

I'm thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun

Shi-ine, on my face, got the gun on my waist

Walkin to my Escalade, tell them niggaz I'm not afraid

To let the ni-ine, sing out, it can ring out



[Mannie Fresh]

Got one more minute, hold that call

Two drunk players leaning on the wall

Three crazy niggaz screamin, "alcohol"

Four more niggaz claimin' that they ball

Five bartenders and they all want leave

Six ugly bitches with some fucked up weaves

Seven dyked broads and they all look rough

Eight niggaz hollerin', "don't fuck wit us"

Nine bitches runnin' off at the mouth

Ten bitches trying to hear what they talkin' about

Eleven cute shorties in the whole damn club

Twelve wannabe, gonna be, nothin' but scrubs

Thirteen fights, niggaz, bitches and dykes

Fourteen police reading niggaz they rights

Fifteen minutes on interstate-10

At the strip club, we gon' do it again - whoa



[Chorus: Mannie Fresh (2x)]



[Baby]

Comin' through my hood on spinnin' blades

Mami know my name, niggaz know I don't play

Jump out the whip, and we blaze in the shade

Cause I gotta get straight, got an ounce of that haze

Early birds don't play, makin' drops in the spots

We struggle, but we hustle, man we hustle 'round the clock

Goin' to the club, where the bottles gon' pop

We VIP nigga, so them bitches gon' jock

Laid Back on them 23s

Escalade all green, Cadillac lean, who that be nigga? (Hello)

You know that be Baby, he goin' to the club in somethin' updated

Porsche trucks, Infinity graded

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