Shoot The Club Up Lyrics

Shoot The Club Up lyrics

[Krayzie](x2)
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck . . .
So if these muthaf**kas wanna see your nuts,
show your nuts.
Let the slugs bust.
Shoot the club up!
These niggas scandalous [scandalous].
Good thing we packin' [packin'].

Tonight, we goin' out to the club.
We about ten deep.
Everybody looked thugged out.
I'm f**ked up.
Park the car,.
Smoke a little more.
We drink a little more.
Nigga so high we get the mentality
f**k everybody.
We come here to party,
but I know somebody gon' try me,
and get my temperature uprisin'.
Anyway, nigga, we straight to the V.I.P.
Excuse me, we need some Hennessey.
While my niggas is rollin' the sticky,
pa-pa-pass it, pass it back quickly.
That's when I heard the record skip [They fired.].
Security sprayed they mase.
Through all the commotion,
some nigga jumped right out the car, right up in my face.
Before I could even do somethin', my nigga done rushed him,
took his as* to the floor.
Now here comes some more.
Now we got a war goin' on,
tryin' to get back out the door,
and we got our backs against the wall.
Naw, we don't plan to fall, y'all,
'cause we did not get searched
We all got pistols in our drawers.

[Chorus]

[Krayzie]
We heard a shot, sh*t [shit, shit, sh*t . . .]:
them niggas, my niggas--we dropped down to the pavement.
 
Bass from the DJ went blank.
Everybody runnin' tryin' to get the f**k up out this place.
I pulled out my gun.
Like 007--rolled under the table.
Unload, reload.
Every muthaf**ka in the club folded up on the floor.
Niggas was rootin'-tootin'-shootin'.
Security been ran up out the club [Hoes!],
and there ain't nobody left but thugs.
We drunk as f**k,
fin to shoot this muthaf**ka up.
Niggas was runnin' up on us 
like they been waitin' for this sh*t to happen 
[What's happenin'?]
for me to get caught in a club riot,
but my thugs tight.
And I can't believe this shit
nigga caught up in the middle of a war zone [the war zone].
But nigga, if you know a Bone,
then you know that we get down with the dirty with the chrome
never leave it home.
Put it to your dome,
and I let it go.
Can't let these niggas run up on me
they bit*hes.
I put another clip in,
unload some more,
keep spittin'.
I never can understand:
if security's got the door,
then why so many niggas in here got guns?
And I can testify that 'cause I just shot one.
Good thing nigga packed that vest and my weapon,
'cause I'd sure take a strippin',
if a nigga caught me slippin'
without no protection.

[Chorus Till End]