Shut The Club Down

One, one, one, one, one
 One, one, one, one, one
 Whooo-eee!
 (Hey, hey you!)
 Ain't nothin' for me to come through and shut the club down
 Walk through the club me and mug haters down
 Drop a stack at the bar, a hundred Louis thirteen
 Posted up camouflage down to my feet, feet
 They lookin' at me like, who is, who is he?
 I straighten up yo boy, he raised in teh streets
 My name's Ramone and you can spell it when I step in yo room
 Take VI, Chevy go zoom
 I hit the club with a mug so mean
 Got them niggas like who the fuck is that
 Then I hopped up out the car so clean
 Got them niggas like who the fuck is that
 I'm like right, left, back, forth
 Yeah I got the money, nigga that's of course
 Hit the stage with a b-boy stance
 The club owner like who the fuck is that
 Hey, hey, you, you
 Get it quick, wanna jack
 No way, no way
 No slack
 Hey, hey, you, you
 Get it quick, wanna jack, no slack
 Rich Boy sellin' crack fuck niggas wanna jack
 Shit tight no slack just bought a Cadillac
 Took it to the chop shop
 Got the damn top dropped two colored flip flopped
 Candy red lollipop
 There's hoes in the parking lot
 But i still got my glock cocked
 New money motherfucker don't you see the big knot
 Don't you see the big chain
 Don't you see the big rims
 Wonder who they hatin' on lately
 Baby it's him candy paint,
 Gator skin seats call me Dun Dee
 pope in your hood I'm the one that you wanna be
 Haters wish they could feel the wood in my '83
 Ridin' with no tint so the motherfuckers know it's me
 Rich Boy sellin' crack
 Fuck niggas wanna jack
 Shit tight no slack
 Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH!)
 Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH!)
 Just bought a Cadillac
 Rich boy sellin' crack
 Wanna jack
 No slack
 Sellin' crack
 Wanna jack
 No slack
 Lil mama, it's ya boy Youngin
 G5 dippin, lui vuitton luggage (ay)
 Gotta love it, ya boy so fly
 All the ladies go (ohhh) when a nigga go by.
 Gucci on the feet, Marc Jacob on the thigh
 She wanna ride or die with ya boy in the shi.
 That's right, so I let her kiss the prince
 so boyfriend, she ain't missed him since.
 And everybody say, I remember way back when
 And everybody say, I remember way back when
 And everybody say, I remember way back when
 And everybody say, I remember way back when
 And everybody say, I remember way back when
 And everybody say, I remember way back when
 And everybody say, I remember way back when
 And everybody say, I remember way back when
 With a little bit of gold and a pager
 We don't give a fuck
 With a little bit of gold and a pager
 We don't give a fuck
 Hey!