Rock This Club

[Verse 1: Bruiser Wolf] Vegas with blondes, drinking bombs: Jaeger Been running game since the genesis: SEGA We doing rounds: Ali, Frazier She from Decatur, work at Statefarm like a good neighbor She bad I ain't talking about behavior I got her to laugh, now I think the odds is in my favor I'm a hustler by nature, I don't play the game with my hands I take the scissors, cut rock, and make paper We had lb's and sacks of that Lawrence Taylor Dope game stupid and ruthless Feds catch you snoozing, and rush in like Putin What I know now, I wish I knew then Been counting Franklins so long I got blue prints Questions like Iversons with thе blue tip Blue chips, balling like a bluе chip Dip after I break the chicken down to strips But the patience is running thin It's like a grenade how I blew up once I took out the pen For years niggas been on tap like beers So when the youngins say tap in, shit I be scared My women come in pairs They shaped like pears Your woman don't compare (they don't compare) Defecating 'cause I gotta make it I need commas, accommodations Tell hoes to work with a player Be my agent (be my agent) Bruiser! [Verse 2: Danny Brown] (Check!) My Rollie got no diamonds But it cost more than your bustdown I call it perfect timing Always in a rush, say I need to slow down Put that coke down, put this in your throat now Tell me that she love the taste Sweeter than the sounds of Amazing Grace Got more plugs than De La Soul John Elliott no logos Got a ho sucking slow Drop it low, touch your toes I'm just tryna make ya see the light Baby girl you need a life, no lie I can treat you right, just hop on the ride Slip and slide There he go, these niggas out here karaoke I'm just tryna be Barry Gordy That's a whole 'nother story They say you ain't living right No worries - cause these niggas can't do nothing for me They all getting fucked like it's a orgy Wittle nigga I'mma get it (Bruiser!) Stay out my way and mind your business Buy the ticket, take the ride Big mac, you small fries You got no clue, this what we do [Verse 3: billy woods] Crack the piff, nostrils flaring Scratch and sniff, bad parent Told the kids stay put while I run this errand Policemans is not your friends But if they force their way in it's name, rank, serial number Pouring rain, rolling thunder, rest assured I'm coming home holding something Your mama stay coming home in a pumpkin I rarely punch in like the mob I let whoever else punch in, for me it's a no-show job I'm high as those brothers coming home from Vietnam Scratching they arms Radical Islam, inshallah, you never see me without the bomb Eyewitness admitted she'd never seen me clear, she could be wrong Cleared of all charges, history absolved after all Killing shit with pajamas on, Viet Cong Took the city back for a song The titty bar Miss Saigon Crippy in the jar, I cleared the bong [Verse 4: Despot] The target's moving, I'm snoozing, losing and hardly shooting Them bullets still found their way to him, and now we hardly knew him Odds was against you soon as you put your shoe in, and you knew it I had to do it, I had to do it, I had to do it I let it loose, it do what it chooses - move it or lose it If the shoe fit, wiggle your little toe around in it and prove it Tried to school you on who is who and you was a truant When they ask about me, you standing around and looking stupid Before I off ya, I show you new sorts of torture That nobody ever thought of, and call it all law and order Call me sort of an author the way I'm writing you off of The page in the book of life when you thought you finally caught up Shit ain't been great, but I think I'm turning a corner See hell around the bend, I could tell that I'm getting warmer If everything go well, any second I'll be a goner What a time to be alive - most of the time I don't even wanna