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in da club (remix) - fabolous lyrics

[chorus: joe budden]
you can find me in the club, hand on my snug
ma i’m still on the block, i’m still into selling drugs
i’m into getting head, i ain’t into making love
na i don’t want a hug, i just wanna get cut
you can find me in the club, hand on my snug
ma i’m still on the block, i’m still into selling drugs
i’m into getting head, i ain’t into making love
na i don’t want a hug, i just wanna get cut

[verse 1: joe budden]
when i roll to the club, know i keep a good mack for newbies
[?] hoopty
and dog i can say that, don’t got a maybach
i could buy a maybach, or however it is you say that
see i could fool her with the bling and the car
pop in a few mixtapes to make her think i’m a star
but na, you dealing with a [?] that’s real
get up outa here with that blocky ass [?]
she aproach me with her hair all did
[?] like i don’t know what airbrush is
i’m confused, you came in the club with straight prada
you ask for [?] that cost me $8
[?] can tell by the way you face us
[?]
told her to cop the babyfat leather, her response was she ain’t got children
asked where i live, but she was too ancie
i’m in the townhouse, [?] family
i beg your parden
thought i was talking about plans when i said i got seats at the garden
she’s sprung, and she be taking xo right
probably why she’s talking about her ex all night
look mommy, i just came to party
and i only came out to leave with somebody

[chorus: joe budden]
you can find me in the club, hand on my snug
ma i’m still on the block, i’m still into selling drugs
i’m into getting head, i ain’t into making love
na i don’t want a hug, i just wanna get cut
you can find me in the club, hand on my snug
ma i’m still on the block, i’m still into selling drugs
i’m into getting head, i ain’t into making love
na i don’t want a hug, i just wanna get cut

[verse 2: paul cain]
you can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
pocket full of sh*lls for them [?]
got a whip outside, and a lot on dubs
cross desert storm, and cain fill ’em with slugs
f*ck this rap sh*t, i spit and i smoke ’em
if there’s beef of any kind, i’ll probably aproach ’em
cain carey guns bigger than most men
when i’m in the club, i don’t have trouble getting a toast in
i got a whip but still i be toating
i wear a lot of blue in case them blood n*ggas [?]
paul stay up in the midst of comotion
i’m still in touch with the hood, living in a crib by the ocean
so if i sold out and went pop, i’m still with the hood
still riding with the 4 c*cked
the ryms still roll when the benz stop
n*gga all you see is the bracelet [?]

[verse 3: fabolous]
see i ain’t one of them scrubs, no, i can’t hit you and your friends up in the club
no, i can’t let you hit my weed or sip my bub
so don’t give me a hug unless you’re tryna f*ck
ain’t no telling what [?]
you and your man better calm down before i let this clip [?]
[?]
they looking for the kid so they can put their lips low on him
[?] my whips [?]
cause they know who i f*ckin be

- fabolous lyrics

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