Artist: Project Born f/ MC Breed Album: Ghetto Celebs Song: Before I Get in the Club Typed by: alcatrazzmania@yahoo.com Hey! Ho! Hey! Ho! Hey! Ho! Hey! Ho! [Chorus 2x: MC Breed] I gets bubbly before I even get in the club Smoke somethin twist it up and talk shit in the club And i'm looking for the baddest bitch in the club Much love and I love the way you giving it up [Verse 1: Nitty] Let me make it easy for ya call out goin all out To the club slamming buds and hen till we fall out Can't buy the mall out but I can lay the pipe for the night If it's wrong then it's right must be funky then i'm tight Pass the courvoisier like Busta Rhymes said Get head chickenheads get plucked but don't clutch no bread Now these freaky deeks keeps me dicted But everything that looks good ain't good wrap it up pimpin Now simpin niggaz shawn kempin in the back of the club Gettin they nose close shut all these hoes chose us Post up fo us like Jada rose up Like Van Halen showed up project figgas blowed up Sold up about a half of blow we clash and you explode Then the niggaz in the back went through a half of thing of blow If you don't know now you know Uh oh project figgas stole the show Ya heard me? Chorus 2x [Verse 2: MC Breed] Look here I'm a cold piece, Oooh, Dog wit no leash Fresh off the streets and hotter than a fo-piece Shit talking niggaz crip walking Hitting harder than dro to keep the front row coughing I turn it down you ain't gotta let me Let the bass drop heavy so I can chase fetti My nig, Club hopper popcorn doctor B-R-Double-E-D rap stara Ya dig? I got it in me hell the flow ain't never empty The club get it fuck it spend it like a twenty Put ya cell on vibrate and girate wit it Uh, Put it on and hit the highway wit it Yeah, Starting to get packed the line getting longer Time's getting shorter my drink's getting stronger Now keep it real and put that bullshit on stand-by Gas up the ride and go and hit 75 Chorus 2x [Verse 3: Half Pint] All you ladies hit the dance flo You tryin to leave wit a baller? Here's yo chance ho You looking good in them jeans wit the low waist And these haters they gon hate cause they ain't got no taste Always looking for the lucci wearing fake gucci I know I run a lot of game but I ain't take no cucci That ain't my style ghetto wild and i'm never foul I never bite the hand that feed me Show love to these women plus my kid leaky [Polk] Now roll around and twirk it baby like you workin for somethin We them project homeboys and we ain't hurting for nothin Ain't no purpose in stuntin man we pushin the hundred Twenty-fo's top down when i'm pushin them buttons It's Lil Polk get it crackin playa cop that 'cris You in the club smokin dubs playa bounce to this Cause girl I love it when you pop it drop it like woah Girl I don't want you to stop it break it down slow Uh ohhh Chorus 2x Hey! Ho! Hey!