Club Stuntin' - Main Version - Explicit

[Lil' Uno]
 We in the Club we Stuntin'
 [Traxamillion]
 (Yeah, Yeah)
 [Lil' Uno]
 HEEEYYY
 [Traxamillion]
 I had to get the Youngstas on em' man
 [Lil' Uno]
 Its the Pack man, Young L, Wezzy B, Young Stunna and me Lil' Uno aka
 the
 prince man, Got my man Traxamillion over here on the beats man so you
 know its a hit Haha, Heeeey
 [Traxamillion]
 AAAAAOOWWWW
 [Lil' Uno]
 D the first letter in A-M-O-N-T-E
 But you better call me Uno when you see me on the streets
 A cute face with a coke bottle shape
 Blowin' ice like a blunt, They get me high I call em' grapes
 The grapes in the backfoot call em' Gymanstics
 Kinda had a nice game like my name John Madden
 Mouth Jeff Gordon racing 24 Bullets
 And the bitches call me baby like I'm runnin' cash money
 My tool kinda long I wrap it double magnums
 A picky type dude gotta be gold wrapper
 Jackie Joyner-Kersee
 Got Trax and The Pack
 Pickin' up skirts for a 100 yard dash
 Slow it down, Take a breath, Fresh air I love that smell
 See Vans no Nikes so you know its Wolfpack
 Put the mic in my hand and see a girl shape crack.
 (Chorus)
 [Stunna Man]
 I'm back baby
 The Pack go crazy
 Trax on a track
 We be hittin' on the ladies
 She ask questions
 Why you so fly?
 She tell me that my grill look like a bright lite
 I take her to the club so she see them bright lights
 My team get Hyphy a lot of club fights
 So nice, So much ice
 We be flyer than a kite in the Vans that you like
 I'm so fly, I'm so high
 Yes you ain't heard Stunna that guy
 Yeah homie I'm popular so now you know why ya hoe jockin' us
 At the party I sip
 I be ripped like shit hoes down with this shit
 The Pack, Based Boys
 Yeah that's my clique
 Act into ya street, Yeah I bang my script
 (Chorus)
 [Young L]
 Run then bend yeah shake that shit
 Back it up make L wanna break that shit
 (Yeah, Yeah) And I bang the Pack got
 Boppas on deck with the Rippas in the back
 I'm messin' with Trax
 Give me all the Racks
 Yeah I'ma stacks
 Cash to the max
 Why ya chick wouldn't stop eyin'
 She let ya boy in, Nigga ain't even tryin'
 She came over ask me a question
 Next thing you know we was talkin' about sex (About sex, Yeah)
 Its the Pack
 Based Boys
 Vans with a backpack
 Star Wars Jeans
 With A Looney Tune hoodie
 Inside out niggas know what I'm about
 Its the next level
 Frasier Frames
 She's a runner, She ain't my main
 (Chorus)
 [Lil' B]
 Walked in the club yes I'm fresh, Gadddesyes
 Girls say I'm raw and I give em' all the best sex, Ganggadddangdeng
 All up in the back mayne, Sac mayne, I done seen souths like Pac-Mayne
 ?
 Ride in the scrape thing black with the black tint
 Aired out, Aired out Girl yeah that's it
 Bruhhs tryna stab it, Gruhhs tryna grab it
 Gotta long blunt, Bleeyah?, Throat all raspy
 Gotta just test me, Right but I'm lefty
 Gotta light skin look sweet like Nestle
 All my niggas deep with the heat don't test me
 All nice gotta long slot like Gretzky?
 Been done fuckin' you, Why the nigga gon' test me?
 All up in the party goin' dumb lookin' sexy Yes
 All my niggas go crazy
 I been in the club goin' 18 aye aye.