Chill Bump - Beat Goes On lyrics

Where I'm from, clubs are
For losers, country bums, clueless
Youngens n' cougars, drunk dudes
Dummies n' whores
And who the fuck fucks with the music? Clowns
Know the bouncer - High five G they’re
Showing off tats in their tight
White Tee they've been to the gym
And hope dimes might see
Like "which bitch ain't down to fuck
A guy like me?" And
Bitches got them bimbo looks men gone
Push then throw hooks to get
Up in a nympho's bush uh! These
Silly jerks are real alert
Finna flurt with any girl with curves that
Twerks in a mini skirt
Shit´s too predictable: It's
Quarter passed two and ain't shit to
Do, cause every bar’s closed… I just laugh
And shrug, and head to that one
Wack ass club

Club night: Spot is fucking packed, hotties
Looking dumb, bopping to the tracks
Drunk fools queue up to cop another jack
Me? I'm judging everybody from the back
(and the beat goes on and the beat goes on)

Here's what I can't put up with: Rookie
DJs and that pull up shit (Pull up) Pull up
Shit it's been a minute and
You should have quit, with
That very fake vibe, i think you should
Never play live we've heard family
Affair from Mary J Blidge
Twenty eight times i suggest you
Play Fela, play Nas
Some merry J-five! Surprise the folks
I really don't get it nobody wanna
Hear hit's and radio edit's
And you ain't spinning no records
Your phoney mp3 mix, it ain't getting
No credit i just wanna sip a brew
But every other bar's closed
And ain't shit to do so I put up with it
I just laugh and shrug and spend the
Night in this wack ass club

Club night: Spot is fucking packed, hotties
Looking dumb, bopping to the tracks
Drunk fools queue up to cop another jack
Me? I'm judging everybody from the back
(and the beat goes on and the beat goes on)

I might vomit and trip
I might fall in a ditch i've got a wife
At home but I might follow a bitch why
Fall in a trap? Why always get pissed? Why
Drink one last drink i ought to resis
And I've gotta admit, I like swallowing cris
But why bother buy a bottle of piss
For five dollars a sip?
Why empty my wallet for this?
I'll always end up
Wanting more like Oliver Twist
Spending twenty minutes, frustrated
Waiting in line
(It's just a waste of time) You
Think you bout to get in
But the bouncer won't make up his mind
(It's just a waste of
Time) Spending half your paycheck to get
A drink with a friend
(It's just a waste of time) You
Bought a shirt to get in
But know you'll never wear it again
(It's just a waste of time)

Club night: Spot is fucking packed, hotties
Looking dumb, bopping to the tracks
Drunk fools queue up to cop another jack me?
I'm judging everybody from the back
I'm judging everybody from the back
I'm judging everybody from the back
(and the beat goes on and the beat goes)