Mack 10, Lil Wayne, B.G. - Let The Thugs in The Club lyrics

Sqad up, Sqad up, fuck that nigga at the do'
Sqad up, Sqad up, fuck that nigga at the back
Sqad up, Sqad up, fuck y'all listen

Now when we slide up in the club
We come in and do thangs
About every car that you name
On twenty-two thangs
We likely to have a few drinks
Beat up a few lanes
Spittin game at a cute thang
Make her get a crew brain
All the Heinekens in mo' if it
Ain't dro we don't want it
Cut my song on homie, yeah
That squad shit we own it
Droopy high come see the future
We livin' for the moment
Whole sucka on corners
The dance floor up pistols on it
And everybody know you fuck up, we killin' ya
The whole club familia' with my familia
Chicken heads Boriquas gon' follow where I go
I ain't got nothing for them but
A dick and a taco?
And everybody know right where the
Gat me when they dap
Put yo eyes right when you lap me
And I ain't come to sign shit
Unless it's a bar tappin'
I ain't takin no pictures unless
I'm palmin' her ass where the fuck y'all?

Let the thugs in the club, show us love
Show us love, let the thugs in the club
Let the thugs in the club, show us love
Show us love, let the thugs in the club

LA let the thugs in the club
A T-L let the thugs in the club
Chi-town let the thugs in the club
Let the thugs in the club, show us love

I like shinin' but dawg I'm
In love with thuggin'
I like clubbin' but I get off
When I'm beefin' and bustin'
I got a Bentley, Beamer', Benz, Lex
Got a bulletproof Hummer for
Just creepin' on 'sess
Got a Rollie, matter fact 'bout three or four
Got a couple of neckpieces that
I wear at the show
Niggas know all the trouble that come with me
Niggas know it ain't the bluff
That come from me me and my click draw party
Every week at the crib
For hustlers and convicts, they get it
How they live
Keep it real for the block and chill
Yeah I'm happy and wha 'cause
I got a few mill' don't thank I won't steal
Wrap the K and kill
Don't thank I won't say uh a
Bird and crush the pills
When it's time to bling, nigga I bling
When it comes to do the damn thang
I do the damn thang!

Let the thugs in the club, show us love
Show us love, let the thugs in the club
Let the thugs in the club, show us love
Show us love, let the thugs in the club

Yo, yo now it ain't no secret that
I'm slangin' and bangin'
And like a sack of dope rocks
My nuts be hangin' it's Inglewood and QS
Is the hood I'm claimin'
And I'm in already, so my colors is flamin'
It's for the project bitches who
Be backin' it up
And all the hardcore hustlers that
Be stackin' it up
And no matter where you from
Represent yo city if you a ghetto get crunk
If you's a diddy get chicky
Get yo walk on, rib-riders if you true blue
Get yo bang on, and thow yo hood up, die move
While I buy the whole bar cuz you no one know
I got a spotter and a front and a ragtop fo'
I keep it ghetto, gutta
Gangsta like a West Coast G
The homies trust The Dopeman so
We got in free
Like a stampede rust through and or we sell
Was let a stoo' bitch and
Get shot in the head ba, ba, ba, ba!

Let the thugs in the club, show us love
Show us love, let the thugs in the club
Let the thugs in the club, show us love
Show us love, let the thugs in the club

Miami let the thugs in the club
New Orleans let the thugs in the club
Texas let the thugs in the club
Let the thugs in the club, show us love
Milwaukee let the thugs in the club
The Bay let the thugs in the club
New York let the thugs in the club
Let the thugs in the club, show us love
Carolina let the thugs in the club
Ohio let the thugs in the club
Tennessee let the thugs in the club
Detroit let the thugs in the club
St louis let the thugs in the club
DC let the thugs in the club