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In my car or on dubs?\nA straight fuckin while we buckin, baby\n\n(CHORUS)\n\nNow K.K. got a space at the back of the club, low key\nI did my thang in the car that's why I skip past the broad\nGot my eyes on tight, I'm headed straight for a corner\nGot my eyes on this freak with 10 suckas all upon her\nThe type that claim they fly and fresh\nYappin like hoes bout who got the best Rolex, sweat\nDrenchin all on my head and my shirt\nIt's time to shake my buzz, grab a skirt and go to work\nCrack the dance floor wit me but don't hurt ya self\nNice at the summertime at the club(Oh Yeah)\nThe tricks come to spend a lot\nOn these tricks off the knot\nThat's why they get with pockets ripped to they socks\nDamn! These pretty hoes comin in flocks\nTalkin about how many freaks I got\nThat's why, I go sometimes for a minute & shake the spot\nIt's either too damn crowded or hella hot\n\n(CHORUS)\n\nYeah, ho is Dolce & Gabanna, ya mama\nIn the six rebel\nBig face, she wanna know how my hit tastes\nYeah, I remember these freaks by face\nOr they nipples or they cheeks to the belly chains on they waist\nMost of y'all knees n' knuckles, Cartier belt buckles\nLookin for a nigga to hustle\nShit, I'm the next multi-million dollar black man\nFor all y'all ain't grizzlin' niggas\nTake, check the soundscan\nQuik gotta beat that'll cost a hundred grand\nParty from LA, to Rio to Japan\nIf you in the stands, throw up both ya hands\nIf you in the hood with the leather'n'wood\nLet these hoes know 2-2-0 got the do-do\nFind me on the net, dot com the text\nVISA, Mastercard, American Express\n(overlapped by chorus)Spending, BITCH!!!\n(Chorus Till Fade)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Up 'N Da Club\n  artist: 2nd II None\n  album: Up 'N Da Club\n  duration_ms: 240000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Compton in the house\n  2-2-0\n\n  (DJ Quik)\n  Up in da club\n  (Where You chillin for the summer, homey?)\n  Up in da club\n  (Jumpin out the stretch hummer runnin)\n  Up in da club\n  (Fly ladies from wall the wall)\n  Up in da club\n  (With my beats I'm fadin all a y'all)\n  Up in da club\n  (Can a playa spend his double life)\n  Up in da club\n  (Before she shank me with a butter knife)\n  Up in da club\n  (Upper level or lower life)\n  Up in da club\n  (Still the same where we coincide)\n\n  If You lookin for a man with a bulge in his pants\n  Who really ain't trippin about a one night stand\n  I'll be that dude that'll leave you wishin\n  That's floatin in ya love pond, strictly fishin\n  See, baby, lookin cute with a bathing suit\n  Pants like all in the ass without the zoom\n  I'm gangsta, baby don't you know we keep the heaters hot\n  Summertime, when we grind bumpin on yo block\n  In the club smokin trees, drinkin hennessey\n  Crack a straggla to the fullest is my strategy\n  Ain't no need for actin uptight with Gangsta D\n  Now put ya drinks in the air and make a toast to me\n  Cause I'm off the red eye flight\n  Flyin overseas for the ladies with the tight\n  Tell me what you like\n  Fast or slow? In my car or on dubs?\n  A straight fuckin while we buckin, baby\n\n  (CHORUS)\n\n  Now K.K. got a space at the back of the club, low key\n  I did my thang in the car that's why I skip past the broad\n  Got my eyes on tight, I'm headed straight for a corner\n  Got my eyes on this freak with 10 suckas all upon her\n  The type that claim they fly and fresh\n  Yappin like hoes bout who got the best Rolex, sweat\n  Drenchin all on my head and my shirt\n  It's time to shake my buzz, grab a skirt and go to work\n  Crack the dance floor wit me but don't hurt ya self\n  Nice at the summertime at the club(Oh Yeah)\n  The tricks come to spend a lot\n  On these tricks off the knot\n  That's why they get with pockets ripped to they socks\n  Damn! These pretty hoes comin in flocks\n  Talkin about how many freaks I got\n  That's why, I go sometimes for a minute & shake the spot\n  It's either too damn crowded or hella hot\n\n  (CHORUS)\n\n  Yeah, ho is Dolce & Gabanna, ya mama\n  In the six rebel\n  Big face, she wanna know how my hit tastes\n  Yeah, I remember these freaks by face\n  Or they nipples or they cheeks to the belly chains on they waist\n  Most of y'all knees n' knuckles, Cartier belt buckles\n  Lookin for a nigga to hustle\n  Shit, I'm the next multi-million dollar black man\n  For all y'all ain't grizzlin' niggas\n  Take, check the soundscan\n  Quik gotta beat that'll cost a hundred grand\n  Party from LA, to Rio to Japan\n  If you in the stands, throw up both ya hands\n  If you in the hood with the leather'n'wood\n  Let these hoes know 2-2-0 got the do-do\n  Find me on the net, dot com the text\n  VISA, Mastercard, American Express\n  (overlapped by chorus)Spending, BITCH!!!\n  (Chorus Till Fade)\n"},{"id":33696206,"name":"Up 'N Da Club (feat. 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In my car or on dubs?\nA straight fuckin while we buckin, baby\n\nNow can't hang, got a space at the back of the club, low key\nI did my thang in the car that's why I skip past the broad\nGot my eyes on tight, I'm headed straight for a corner\nGot my eyes on this freak with 10 suckas all upon her\nThe type that claim they fly and fresh\nYappin like hoes bout who got the best Rolex sweat\nDrinchin all on my head and my shirt\nIt's time to shake my buzz, grab a skirt and go to work\nCrack the dance floor wit me but don't hurt ya self\nNice at the summertime (Oh Yeah)\nThe tricks come to spend a lot\nOn these tricks off the knot\nThat's why they get with pockets ripped to they socks\nDamn! These pretty hoes comin in flocks\nTalkin about how many freaks I got\nThat's why, sometimes I go for a minute & shake the spot\nIt's either too damn crowded or hell-a-hot\n\nYeah, ho is Dolce & Gabanna, ya mama\nIn the six rebel\nBig face, she wanna know how my hit tastes\nYeah, I remember these freaks by face\nOr they nipples or they cheeks to the belly chains on they waist\nMost of y'all easin' knuckles, Cartier belt buckles\nLookin for a nigga to hustle\nShit, I'm the next multi-million dollar black man\nFor all y'all ain't grizzlin' niggas\nTake shake the sound stand\nQuik gotta beat that'll cost a hundred grand\nParty from LA, Terrio to Japan\nIf you in the sand, throw up, up ya hands\nIf you in the hood with the leather'n'wood\nLet these hoes know 2-2-0 got the do-do\nFind me on the net, dot com the text\nVISA, Mastercard, American Express","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Up 'N Da Club (feat. 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In my car or on dubs?\n  A straight fuckin while we buckin, baby\n\n  Now can't hang, got a space at the back of the club, low key\n  I did my thang in the car that's why I skip past the broad\n  Got my eyes on tight, I'm headed straight for a corner\n  Got my eyes on this freak with 10 suckas all upon her\n  The type that claim they fly and fresh\n  Yappin like hoes bout who got the best Rolex sweat\n  Drinchin all on my head and my shirt\n  It's time to shake my buzz, grab a skirt and go to work\n  Crack the dance floor wit me but don't hurt ya self\n  Nice at the summertime (Oh Yeah)\n  The tricks come to spend a lot\n  On these tricks off the knot\n  That's why they get with pockets ripped to they socks\n  Damn! These pretty hoes comin in flocks\n  Talkin about how many freaks I got\n  That's why, sometimes I go for a minute & shake the spot\n  It's either too damn crowded or hell-a-hot\n\n  Yeah, ho is Dolce & Gabanna, ya mama\n  In the six rebel\n  Big face, she wanna know how my hit tastes\n  Yeah, I remember these freaks by face\n  Or they nipples or they cheeks to the belly chains on they waist\n  Most of y'all easin' knuckles, Cartier belt buckles\n  Lookin for a nigga to hustle\n  Shit, I'm the next multi-million dollar black man\n  For all y'all ain't grizzlin' niggas\n  Take shake the sound stand\n  Quik gotta beat that'll cost a hundred grand\n  Party from LA, Terrio to Japan\n  If you in the sand, throw up, up ya hands\n  If you in the hood with the leather'n'wood\n  Let these hoes know 2-2-0 got the do-do\n  Find me on the net, dot com the text\n  VISA, Mastercard, American Express\n"},{"id":37738867,"name":"Up 'N Da Club (feat. 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(Yeah)\nOr straight fuckin' while we buckin' baby?\n\n(Up in the club) Where you chillin' for the summer, homie?\n(Up in the club) Jumpin' out the stretch Hummer runnin'\n(Up in the club) Fly ladies from wall to wall\n(Up in the club) With my beats I'm fadin' all-a y'all\n(Up in the club) Can a playa spend his double life?\n(Up in the club) Before she shank me with a butter knife?\n(Up in the club) Upper level or a lower life\n(Up in the club) Still the same be where we go inside\n\nNow KK got a space at the back of the club, low-key\nI did my thang in the car, that's why I skip past the bar\nGot my eyes on tight, I'm headed straight for a corner\nGot my eyes on this freak with ten suckas all up on her\n\nThe type that claim they fly and fresh\nYappin' like hoes about who got the best Rolex\nSweat, drenchin' all on my head and my shirt\nIt's time to shake my buzz, grab a skirt and go to work\nCrack the dance floor with me but don't hurt yourself\nNights in the summertime at the club (Oh yeah)\nThe tricks come to spend a lot on these tricks off the knots\nThat's what they get with pockets ripped to they socks\n\nDamn, these greedy hoes comin' in flocks\nTalkin' bout how many twerks I got (Say what?)\nThat's why I go sometimes for a minute then I shake the spot\n\nIt's either too damn crowded or hella hot\n\n(Up in the club) Where you chillin' for the summer, homie?\n(Up in the club) Jumpin' out the stretch Hummer runnin'\n(Up in the club) Fly ladies from wall to wall\n(Up in the club) With my beats I'm fadin' all-a y'all\n(Up in the club) Can a playa spend his double life?\n(Up in the club) Before she shank me with a butter knife?\n(Up in the club) Upper level or a lower life\n(Up in the club) Still the same be where we go inside\n\nYeah, ho it's Dolce & Gabbana, ya mama\n\nIn the six, double big face\n\nShe wanna know how my hit tastes\nYeah, I remember these freaks by face\nOr the dimples on they cheeks to the belly chain on they waist\n\nMost of y'all knees and knuckles with Cartier belt buckles\nLookin' for a nigga to hustle\nShit, I'm the next multimillion dollar Black man\nFor all y'all inquisitive niggas, check the Soundscan\nQuik got a beat that'll cost a hundred grand\nParty from L.A. to Rio to Japan\nIf you in the sand, throw up both your hands\n\nIf you in the hood with the leather and wood\nLet these hoes know 2-2-0 got the do-do\nFind me on the net, dot com the text\nVisa, Mastercard, American Express\nSpendin', bitch\n\n(Up in the club) Where you chillin' for the summer, homie?\n(Up in the club) Jumpin' out the stretch Hummer runnin'\n(Up in the club) Fly ladies from wall to wall\n(Up in the club) With my beats I'm fadin' all-a y'all\n(Up in the club) Can a playa spend his double life?\n(Up in the club) Before she shank me with a butter knife?\n(Up in the club) Upper level or a lower life\n(Up in the club) Still the same be where we go inside\n\n(Up in the club) Where you chillin' for the summer, homie?\n(Up in the club) Jumpin' out the stretch Hummer runnin'\n(Up in the club) Fly ladies from wall to wall\n(Up in the club) With my beats I'm fadin' all-a y'all\n(Up in the club) Can a playa spend his double life?\n\n(Up in the club) Before she stab me with a butter knife?\n(Up in the club) Upper level or a lower life\n(Up in the club) Still the same be where we go inside\n\n(Up in the club)","syncedLyrics":"[00:15.18] Compton in the house\n[00:20.28] 2-2-0\n[00:21.85] (Up in the club) Where you chillin' for the summer, homie?\n[00:24.44] (Up in the club) Jumpin' out the stretch Hummer runnin'\n[00:26.99] (Up in the club) Fly ladies from wall to wall\n[00:29.44] (Up in the club) With my beats I'm fadin' all-a y'all\n[00:32.11] (Up in the club) Can a playa spend his double life?\n[00:34.59] (Up in the club) Before she shank me with a butter knife?\n[00:37.06] (Up in the club) Upper level or a lower life\n[00:39.52] (Up in the club) Still the same be where we go inside\n[00:42.42] If you lookin' for a man with a bulge in his pants\n[00:45.14] And really ain't trippin' 'bout a one-night stand\n[00:47.48] I'll be that dude that'll leave you wishin'\n[00:49.54] That's floatin' in your love pond, strictly fishin'\n[00:52.18] See baby lookin' cute with her bathing suit\n[00:54.44] Pinstripe, all in her ass without the zoot\n[00:56.84] I'm gangsta baby, don't you know we keep the heaters hot?\n[00:59.49] Summertime when we grind, bumpin' on your block\n[01:02.09] In the club smokin' trees, drinkin' Hennessy\n[01:04.55] Crack a straggla to the fullest is my strategy\n[01:07.14] Ain't no need for actin' uptight with gangsta D\n[01:09.41] Now put your drinks in the air and make a toast to me\n[01:12.13] 'Cause I'm off on a red eye flight\n[01:14.47] Flyin' overseas for the ladies with the tight\n[01:16.96] Tell me what you like: fast or slow?\n[01:19.15] In my car on dubs? (Yeah)\n[01:20.80] Or straight fuckin' while we buckin' baby?\n[01:22.66] (Up in the club) Where you chillin' for the summer, homie?\n[01:25.10] (Up in the club) Jumpin' out the stretch Hummer runnin'\n[01:27.69] (Up in the club) Fly ladies from wall to wall\n[01:30.16] (Up in the club) With my beats I'm fadin' all-a y'all\n[01:32.68] (Up in the club) Can a playa spend his double life?\n[01:35.27] (Up in the club) Before she shank me with a butter knife?\n[01:37.72] (Up in the club) Upper level or a lower life\n[01:40.12] (Up in the club) Still the same be where we go inside\n[01:42.37] Now KK got a space at the back of the club, low-key\n[01:45.56] I did my thang in the car, that's why I skip past the bar\n[01:48.14] Got my eyes on tight, I'm headed straight for a corner\n[01:50.76] Got my eyes on this freak with ten suckas all up on her\n[01:53.71] The type that claim they fly and fresh\n[01:55.96] Yappin' like hoes about who got the best Rolex\n[01:58.48] Sweat, drenchin' all on my head and my shirt\n[02:00.66] It's time to shake my buzz, grab a skirt and go to work\n[02:03.35] Crack the dance floor with me but don't hurt yourself\n[02:06.03] Nights in the summertime at the club (Oh yeah)\n[02:08.24] The tricks come to spend a lot on these tricks off the knots\n[02:11.10] That's what they get with pockets ripped to they socks\n[02:13.69] Damn, these greedy hoes comin' in flocks\n[02:16.04] Talkin' bout how many twerks I got (Say what?)\n[02:17.89] That's why I go sometimes for a minute then I shake the spot\n[02:20.83] It's either too damn crowded or hella hot\n[02:24.28] (Up in the club) Where you chillin' for the summer, homie?\n[02:25.71] (Up in the club) Jumpin' out the stretch Hummer runnin'\n[02:28.36] (Up in the club) Fly ladies from wall to wall\n[02:30.96] (Up in the club) With my beats I'm fadin' all-a y'all\n[02:33.36] (Up in the club) Can a playa spend his double life?\n[02:35.83] (Up in the club) Before she shank me with a butter knife?\n[02:38.35] (Up in the club) Upper level or a lower life\n[02:41.03] (Up in the club) Still the same be where we go inside\n[02:43.82] Yeah, ho it's Dolce & Gabbana, ya mama\n[02:46.64] In the six, double big face\n[02:48.30] She wanna know how my hit tastes\n[02:50.30] Yeah, I remember these freaks by face\n[02:52.61] Or the dimples on they cheeks to the belly chain on they waist\n[02:55.82] Most of y'all knees and knuckles with Cartier belt buckles\n[02:58.93] Lookin' for a nigga to hustle\n[03:00.89] Shit, I'm the next multimillion dollar Black man\n[03:03.68] For all y'all inquisitive niggas, check the Soundscan\n[03:06.87] Quik got a beat that'll cost a hundred grand\n[03:09.45] Party from L.A. to Rio to Japan\n[03:11.90] If you in the sand, throw up both your hands\n[03:14.43] If you in the hood with the leather and wood\n[03:16.64] Let these hoes know 2-2-0 got the do-do\n[03:19.56] Find me on the net, dot com the text\n[03:22.09] Visa, Mastercard, American Express\n[03:24.58] Spendin', bitch\n[03:24.80] (Up in the club) Where you chillin' for the summer, homie?\n[03:26.49] (Up in the club) Jumpin' out the stretch Hummer runnin'\n[03:28.96] (Up in the club) Fly ladies from wall to wall\n[03:31.64] (Up in the club) With my beats I'm fadin' all-a y'all\n[03:34.39] (Up in the club) Can a playa spend his double life?\n[03:36.59] (Up in the club) Before she shank me with a butter knife?\n[03:39.03] (Up in the club) Upper level or a lower life\n[03:41.60] (Up in the club) Still the same be where we go inside\n[03:44.16] (Up in the club) Where you chillin' for the summer, homie?\n[03:46.69] (Up in the club) Jumpin' out the stretch Hummer runnin'\n[03:49.17] (Up in the club) Fly ladies from wall to wall\n[03:51.89] (Up in the club) With my beats I'm fadin' all-a y'all\n[03:54.24] (Up in the club) Can a playa spend his double life?\n[03:57.00] (Up in the club) Before she stab me with a butter knife?\n[03:59.21] (Up in the club) Upper level or a lower life\n[04:01.79] (Up in the club) Still the same be where we go inside\n[04:06.35] \n[05:48.91] (Up in the club)\n[05:48.91] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Up 'N Da Club (feat. 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These pretty hoes comin' in flocks\nTalkin' 'bout how many freaks I got\nThat's why I go sometimes for a minute then I shake the spot\nIt's either too damn crowded or hella hot\n\n(Up in the club) Where you chillin' for the summer, homie?\n(Up in the club) Jumpin' out the stretch Hummer runnin'\n(Up in the club) Fly ladies from wall to wall\n(Up in the club) With my beats, I'm fadin' all-a y'all\n(Up in the club) Can a playa spend his double life\n(Up in the club) Before she shank me with a butter knife\n(Up in the club) Upper level or a lower life\n(Up in the club) Still the same be where we go inside\n\nYeah, hoe, it's Dolce & Gabanna, ya mama\nIn the six, treble, big face\nShe wanna know how my hit tastes\nYeah, I remember these freaks by face\nOr their dimples or they cheeks to the belly chains on they waist\nMost of y'all knees and knuckles with Cartier belt buckles\nLookin' for a nigga that hustle\nShit, I'm the next multi-million dollar black man\nFor all y'all inquisitive niggas, check the Soundscan\nQuik got a beat that'll cost a hundred grand\nParty from LA, to Rio to Japan\nIf you in the sand, throw up both your hands\nIf you in the hood with the leather and wood\nLet these hoes know 2-2-0 got the dough dough\nFind me on the net, dot com the text\nVisa, Mastercard, American Express spending, bitch!\n\n(Up in the club) Where you chillin' for the summer, homie?\n(Up in the club) Jumpin' out the stretch Hummer runnin'\n(Up in the club) Fly ladies from wall to wall\n(Up in the club) With my beats, I'm fadin' all-a y'all\n(Up in the club) Can a playa spend his double life\n(Up in the club) Before she shank me with a butter knife\n(Up in the club) Upper level or a lower life\n(Up in the club) Still the same be where we go inside\n\n((Up in the club) Where you chillin' for the summer, homie?\n(Up in the club) Jumpin' out the stretch Hummer runnin'\n(Up in the club) Fly ladies from wall to wall\n(Up in the club) With my beats, I'm fadin' all-a y'all\n(Up in the club) Can a playa spend his double life\n(Up in the club) Before she stab me with a butter knife\n(Up in the club) Upper level or a lower life\n(Up in the club) Still the same be where we go inside\n(Up in the club)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Up 'N Da Club (feat. 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In my car on dubs?\n  A straight fuckin' while we buckin', baby\n\n  (Up in the club) Where you chillin' for the summer, homie?\n  (Up in the club) Jumpin' out the stretch Hummer runnin'\n  (Up in the club) Fly ladies from wall to wall\n  (Up in the club) With my beats, I'm fadin' all-a y'all\n  (Up in the club) Can a playa spend his double life\n  (Up in the club) Before she shank me with a butter knife\n  (Up in the club) Upper level or a lower life\n  (Up in the club) Still the same be where we go inside\n\n  Now K.K. got a space at the back of the club, low key\n  I did my thang in the car, that's why I skip past the bar\n  Got my eyes on tight, I'm headed straight for a corner\n  Got my eyes on this freak with 10 suckas all up on her\n  The type that claim their fly and fresh\n  Yapping like hoes bout who got the best Rolex, sweat\n  Drenchin' all on my head and my shirt\n  It's time to shake my buzz, grab a skirt and go to work\n  Crack the dance floor wit' me, but don't hurt yourself\n  Nights in the summertime at the club (oh yeah)\n  The tricks come to spend a lot\n  On these tricks off the knot\n  That's why they get with pockets ripped to they socks\n  Damn! These pretty hoes comin' in flocks\n  Talkin' 'bout how many freaks I got\n  That's why I go sometimes for a minute then I shake the spot\n  It's either too damn crowded or hella hot\n\n  (Up in the club) Where you chillin' for the summer, homie?\n  (Up in the club) Jumpin' out the stretch Hummer runnin'\n  (Up in the club) Fly ladies from wall to wall\n  (Up in the club) With my beats, I'm fadin' all-a y'all\n  (Up in the club) Can a playa spend his double life\n  (Up in the club) Before she shank me with a butter knife\n  (Up in the club) Upper level or a lower life\n  (Up in the club) Still the same be where we go inside\n\n  Yeah, hoe, it's Dolce & Gabanna, ya mama\n  In the six, treble, big face\n  She wanna know how my hit tastes\n  Yeah, I remember these freaks by face\n  Or their dimples or they cheeks to the belly chains on they waist\n  Most of y'all knees and knuckles with Cartier belt buckles\n  Lookin' for a nigga that hustle\n  Shit, I'm the next multi-million dollar black man\n  For all y'all inquisitive niggas, check the Soundscan\n  Quik got a beat that'll cost a hundred grand\n  Party from LA, to Rio to Japan\n  If you in the sand, throw up both your hands\n  If you in the hood with the leather and wood\n  Let these hoes know 2-2-0 got the dough dough\n  Find me on the net, dot com the text\n  Visa, Mastercard, American Express spending, bitch!\n\n  (Up in the club) Where you chillin' for the summer, homie?\n  (Up in the club) Jumpin' out the stretch Hummer runnin'\n  (Up in the club) Fly ladies from wall to wall\n  (Up in the club) With my beats, I'm fadin' all-a y'all\n  (Up in the club) Can a playa spend his double life\n  (Up in the club) Before she shank me with a butter knife\n  (Up in the club) Upper level or a lower life\n  (Up in the club) Still the same be where we go inside\n\n  ((Up in the club) Where you chillin' for the summer, homie?\n  (Up in the club) Jumpin' out the stretch Hummer runnin'\n  (Up in the club) Fly ladies from wall to wall\n  (Up in the club) With my beats, I'm fadin' all-a y'all\n  (Up in the club) Can a playa spend his double life\n  (Up in the club) Before she stab me with a butter knife\n  (Up in the club) Upper level or a lower life\n  (Up in the club) Still the same be where we go inside\n  (Up in the club)\n"},{"id":20772894,"name":"Up 'N Da Club","trackName":"Up 'N Da Club","artistName":"2nd Ii None","albumName":"Classic 220","duration":294.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Compton in the house\n2-2-0\n\n(DJ Quik)\nUp in da club\n(Where You chillin for the summer, homey?)\nUp in da club\n(Jumpin out the stretch hummer runnin)\nUp in da club\n(Fly ladies from wall the wall)\nUp in da club\n(With my beats I'm fadin all a y'all)\nUp in da club\n(Can a playa spend his double life)\nUp in da club\n(Before she shank me with a butter knife)\nUp in da club\n(Upper level or lower life)\nUp in da club\n(Still the same where we coincide)\n\nIf You lookin for a man with a bulge in his pants\nWho really ain't trippin about a one night stand\nI'll be that dude that'll leave you wishin\nThat's floatin in ya love pond, strictly fishin\nSee, baby, lookin cute with a bathing suit\nPants like all in the ass without the zoom\nI'm gangsta, baby don't you know we keep the heaters hot\nSummertime, when we grind bumpin on yo block\nIn the club smokin trees, drinkin hennessey\nCrack a straggla to the fullest is my strategy\nAin't no need for actin uptight with Gangsta D\nNow put ya drinks in the air and make a toast to me\nCause I'm off the red eye flight\nFlyin overseas for the ladies with the tight\nTell me what you like\nFast or slow? In my car or on dubs?\nA straight fuckin while we buckin, baby\n\n(CHORUS)\n\nNow K.K. got a space at the back of the club, low key\nI did my thang in the car that's why I skip past the broad\nGot my eyes on tight, I'm headed straight for a corner\nGot my eyes on this freak with 10 suckas all upon her\nThe type that claim they fly and fresh\nYappin like hoes bout who got the best Rolex, sweat\nDrenchin all on my head and my shirt\nIt's time to shake my buzz, grab a skirt and go to work\nCrack the dance floor wit me but don't hurt ya self\nNice at the summertime at the club(Oh Yeah)\nThe tricks come to spend a lot\nOn these tricks off the knot\nThat's why they get with pockets ripped to they socks\nDamn! These pretty hoes comin in flocks\nTalkin about how many freaks I got\nThat's why, I go sometimes for a minute & shake the spot\nIt's either too damn crowded or hella hot\n\n(CHORUS)\n\nYeah, ho is Dolce & Gabanna, ya mama\nIn the six rebel\nBig face, she wanna know how my hit tastes\nYeah, I remember these freaks by face\nOr they nipples or they cheeks to the belly chains on they waist\nMost of y'all knees n' knuckles, Cartier belt buckles\nLookin for a nigga to hustle\nShit, I'm the next multi-million dollar black man\nFor all y'all ain't grizzlin' niggas\nTake, check the soundscan\nQuik gotta beat that'll cost a hundred grand\nParty from LA, to Rio to Japan\nIf you in the stands, throw up both ya hands\nIf you in the hood with the leather'n'wood\nLet these hoes know 2-2-0 got the do-do\nFind me on the net, dot com the text\nVISA, Mastercard, American Express\n(overlapped by chorus)Spending, BITCH!!!\n(Chorus Till Fade)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Up 'N Da Club\n  artist: 2nd Ii None\n  album: Classic 220\n  duration_ms: 294000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Compton in the house\n  2-2-0\n\n  (DJ Quik)\n  Up in da club\n  (Where You chillin for the summer, homey?)\n  Up in da club\n  (Jumpin out the stretch hummer runnin)\n  Up in da club\n  (Fly ladies from wall the wall)\n  Up in da club\n  (With my beats I'm fadin all a y'all)\n  Up in da club\n  (Can a playa spend his double life)\n  Up in da club\n  (Before she shank me with a butter knife)\n  Up in da club\n  (Upper level or lower life)\n  Up in da club\n  (Still the same where we coincide)\n\n  If You lookin for a man with a bulge in his pants\n  Who really ain't trippin about a one night stand\n  I'll be that dude that'll leave you wishin\n  That's floatin in ya love pond, strictly fishin\n  See, baby, lookin cute with a bathing suit\n  Pants like all in the ass without the zoom\n  I'm gangsta, baby don't you know we keep the heaters hot\n  Summertime, when we grind bumpin on yo block\n  In the club smokin trees, drinkin hennessey\n  Crack a straggla to the fullest is my strategy\n  Ain't no need for actin uptight with Gangsta D\n  Now put ya drinks in the air and make a toast to me\n  Cause I'm off the red eye flight\n  Flyin overseas for the ladies with the tight\n  Tell me what you like\n  Fast or slow? In my car or on dubs?\n  A straight fuckin while we buckin, baby\n\n  (CHORUS)\n\n  Now K.K. got a space at the back of the club, low key\n  I did my thang in the car that's why I skip past the broad\n  Got my eyes on tight, I'm headed straight for a corner\n  Got my eyes on this freak with 10 suckas all upon her\n  The type that claim they fly and fresh\n  Yappin like hoes bout who got the best Rolex, sweat\n  Drenchin all on my head and my shirt\n  It's time to shake my buzz, grab a skirt and go to work\n  Crack the dance floor wit me but don't hurt ya self\n  Nice at the summertime at the club(Oh Yeah)\n  The tricks come to spend a lot\n  On these tricks off the knot\n  That's why they get with pockets ripped to they socks\n  Damn! These pretty hoes comin in flocks\n  Talkin about how many freaks I got\n  That's why, I go sometimes for a minute & shake the spot\n  It's either too damn crowded or hella hot\n\n  (CHORUS)\n\n  Yeah, ho is Dolce & Gabanna, ya mama\n  In the six rebel\n  Big face, she wanna know how my hit tastes\n  Yeah, I remember these freaks by face\n  Or they nipples or they cheeks to the belly chains on they waist\n  Most of y'all knees n' knuckles, Cartier belt buckles\n  Lookin for a nigga to hustle\n  Shit, I'm the next multi-million dollar black man\n  For all y'all ain't grizzlin' niggas\n  Take, check the soundscan\n  Quik gotta beat that'll cost a hundred grand\n  Party from LA, to Rio to Japan\n  If you in the stands, throw up both ya hands\n  If you in the hood with the leather'n'wood\n  Let these hoes know 2-2-0 got the do-do\n  Find me on the net, dot com the text\n  VISA, Mastercard, American Express\n  (overlapped by chorus)Spending, BITCH!!!\n  (Chorus Till Fade)\n"},{"id":27707595,"name":"Up 'N Da Club","trackName":"Up 'N Da Club","artistName":"2nd II None","albumName":"The Sopranos","duration":257.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Compton in the house\n2-2-0\n\n(DJ Quik)\nUp in da club\n(Where You chillin for the summer, homey?)\nUp in da club\n(Jumpin out the stretch hummer runnin)\nUp in da club\n(Fly ladies from wall the wall)\nUp in da club\n(With my beats I'm fadin all a y'all)\nUp in da club\n(Can a playa spend his double life)\nUp in da club\n(Before she shank me with a butter knife)\nUp in da club\n(Upper level or lower life)\nUp in da club\n(Still the same where we coincide)\n\nIf You lookin for a man with a bulge in his pants\nWho really ain't trippin about a one night stand\nI'll be that dude that'll leave you wishin\nThat's floatin in ya love pond, strictly fishin\nSee, baby, lookin cute with a bathing suit\nPants like all in the ass without the zoom\nI'm gangsta, baby don't you know we keep the heaters hot\nSummertime, when we grind bumpin on yo block\nIn the club smokin trees, drinkin hennessey\nCrack a straggla to the fullest is my strategy\nAin't no need for actin uptight with Gangsta D\nNow put ya drinks in the air and make a toast to me\nCause I'm off the red eye flight\nFlyin overseas for the ladies with the tight\nTell me what you like\nFast or slow? In my car or on dubs?\nA straight fuckin while we buckin, baby\n\n(CHORUS)\n\nNow K.K. got a space at the back of the club, low key\nI did my thang in the car that's why I skip past the broad\nGot my eyes on tight, I'm headed straight for a corner\nGot my eyes on this freak with 10 suckas all upon her\nThe type that claim they fly and fresh\nYappin like hoes bout who got the best Rolex, sweat\nDrenchin all on my head and my shirt\nIt's time to shake my buzz, grab a skirt and go to work\nCrack the dance floor wit me but don't hurt ya self\nNice at the summertime at the club(Oh Yeah)\nThe tricks come to spend a lot\nOn these tricks off the knot\nThat's why they get with pockets ripped to they socks\nDamn! These pretty hoes comin in flocks\nTalkin about how many freaks I got\nThat's why, I go sometimes for a minute & shake the spot\nIt's either too damn crowded or hella hot\n\n(CHORUS)\n\nYeah, ho is Dolce & Gabanna, ya mama\nIn the six rebel\nBig face, she wanna know how my hit tastes\nYeah, I remember these freaks by face\nOr they nipples or they cheeks to the belly chains on they waist\nMost of y'all knees n' knuckles, Cartier belt buckles\nLookin for a nigga to hustle\nShit, I'm the next multi-million dollar black man\nFor all y'all ain't grizzlin' niggas\nTake, check the soundscan\nQuik gotta beat that'll cost a hundred grand\nParty from LA, to Rio to Japan\nIf you in the stands, throw up both ya hands\nIf you in the hood with the leather'n'wood\nLet these hoes know 2-2-0 got the do-do\nFind me on the net, dot com the text\nVISA, Mastercard, American Express\n(overlapped by chorus)Spending, BITCH!!!\n(Chorus Till Fade)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Up 'N Da Club\n  artist: 2nd II None\n  album: The Sopranos\n  duration_ms: 257000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Compton in the house\n  2-2-0\n\n  (DJ Quik)\n  Up in da club\n  (Where You chillin for the summer, homey?)\n  Up in da club\n  (Jumpin out the stretch hummer runnin)\n  Up in da club\n  (Fly ladies from wall the wall)\n  Up in da club\n  (With my beats I'm fadin all a y'all)\n  Up in da club\n  (Can a playa spend his double life)\n  Up in da club\n  (Before she shank me with a butter knife)\n  Up in da club\n  (Upper level or lower life)\n  Up in da club\n  (Still the same where we coincide)\n\n  If You lookin for a man with a bulge in his pants\n  Who really ain't trippin about a one night stand\n  I'll be that dude that'll leave you wishin\n  That's floatin in ya love pond, strictly fishin\n  See, baby, lookin cute with a bathing suit\n  Pants like all in the ass without the zoom\n  I'm gangsta, baby don't you know we keep the heaters hot\n  Summertime, when we grind bumpin on yo block\n  In the club smokin trees, drinkin hennessey\n  Crack a straggla to the fullest is my strategy\n  Ain't no need for actin uptight with Gangsta D\n  Now put ya drinks in the air and make a toast to me\n  Cause I'm off the red eye flight\n  Flyin overseas for the ladies with the tight\n  Tell me what you like\n  Fast or slow? In my car or on dubs?\n  A straight fuckin while we buckin, baby\n\n  (CHORUS)\n\n  Now K.K. got a space at the back of the club, low key\n  I did my thang in the car that's why I skip past the broad\n  Got my eyes on tight, I'm headed straight for a corner\n  Got my eyes on this freak with 10 suckas all upon her\n  The type that claim they fly and fresh\n  Yappin like hoes bout who got the best Rolex, sweat\n  Drenchin all on my head and my shirt\n  It's time to shake my buzz, grab a skirt and go to work\n  Crack the dance floor wit me but don't hurt ya self\n  Nice at the summertime at the club(Oh Yeah)\n  The tricks come to spend a lot\n  On these tricks off the knot\n  That's why they get with pockets ripped to they socks\n  Damn! These pretty hoes comin in flocks\n  Talkin about how many freaks I got\n  That's why, I go sometimes for a minute & shake the spot\n  It's either too damn crowded or hella hot\n\n  (CHORUS)\n\n  Yeah, ho is Dolce & Gabanna, ya mama\n  In the six rebel\n  Big face, she wanna know how my hit tastes\n  Yeah, I remember these freaks by face\n  Or they nipples or they cheeks to the belly chains on they waist\n  Most of y'all knees n' knuckles, Cartier belt buckles\n  Lookin for a nigga to hustle\n  Shit, I'm the next multi-million dollar black man\n  For all y'all ain't grizzlin' niggas\n  Take, check the soundscan\n  Quik gotta beat that'll cost a hundred grand\n  Party from LA, to Rio to Japan\n  If you in the stands, throw up both ya hands\n  If you in the hood with the leather'n'wood\n  Let these hoes know 2-2-0 got the do-do\n  Find me on the net, dot com the text\n  VISA, Mastercard, American Express\n  (overlapped by chorus)Spending, BITCH!!!\n  (Chorus Till Fade)\n"},{"id":29568943,"name":"Up 'N Da Club (feat. 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In my car or on dubs?\nA straight fuckin while we buckin, baby\n\nNow can't hang, got a space at the back of the club, low key\nI did my thang in the car that's why I skip past the broad\nGot my eyes on tight, I'm headed straight for a corner\nGot my eyes on this freak with 10 suckas all upon her\nThe type that claim they fly and fresh\nYappin like hoes bout who got the best Rolex sweat\nDrinchin all on my head and my shirt\nIt's time to shake my buzz, grab a skirt and go to work\nCrack the dance floor wit me but don't hurt ya self\nNice at the summertime (Oh Yeah)\nThe tricks come to spend a lot\nOn these tricks off the knot\nThat's why they get with pockets ripped to they socks\nDamn! These pretty hoes comin in flocks\nTalkin about how many freaks I got\nThat's why, sometimes I go for a minute & shake the spot\nIt's either too damn crowded or hell-a-hot\n\nYeah, ho is Dolce & Gabanna, ya mama\nIn the six rebel\nBig face, she wanna know how my hit tastes\nYeah, I remember these freaks by face\nOr they nipples or they cheeks to the belly chains on they waist\nMost of y'all easin' knuckles, Cartier belt buckles\nLookin for a nigga to hustle\nShit, I'm the next multi-million dollar black man\nFor all y'all ain't grizzlin' niggas\nTake shake the sound stand\nQuik gotta beat that'll cost a hundred grand\nParty from LA, Terrio to Japan\nIf you in the sand, throw up, up ya hands\nIf you in the hood with the leather'n'wood\nLet these hoes know 2-2-0 got the do-do\nFind me on the net, dot com the text\nVISA, Mastercard, American Express","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Up 'N Da Club (feat. 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In my car or on dubs?\n  A straight fuckin while we buckin, baby\n\n  Now can't hang, got a space at the back of the club, low key\n  I did my thang in the car that's why I skip past the broad\n  Got my eyes on tight, I'm headed straight for a corner\n  Got my eyes on this freak with 10 suckas all upon her\n  The type that claim they fly and fresh\n  Yappin like hoes bout who got the best Rolex sweat\n  Drinchin all on my head and my shirt\n  It's time to shake my buzz, grab a skirt and go to work\n  Crack the dance floor wit me but don't hurt ya self\n  Nice at the summertime (Oh Yeah)\n  The tricks come to spend a lot\n  On these tricks off the knot\n  That's why they get with pockets ripped to they socks\n  Damn! These pretty hoes comin in flocks\n  Talkin about how many freaks I got\n  That's why, sometimes I go for a minute & shake the spot\n  It's either too damn crowded or hell-a-hot\n\n  Yeah, ho is Dolce & Gabanna, ya mama\n  In the six rebel\n  Big face, she wanna know how my hit tastes\n  Yeah, I remember these freaks by face\n  Or they nipples or they cheeks to the belly chains on they waist\n  Most of y'all easin' knuckles, Cartier belt buckles\n  Lookin for a nigga to hustle\n  Shit, I'm the next multi-million dollar black man\n  For all y'all ain't grizzlin' niggas\n  Take shake the sound stand\n  Quik gotta beat that'll cost a hundred grand\n  Party from LA, Terrio to Japan\n  If you in the sand, throw up, up ya hands\n  If you in the hood with the leather'n'wood\n  Let these hoes know 2-2-0 got the do-do\n  Find me on the net, dot com the text\n  VISA, Mastercard, American Express\n"},{"id":8813888,"name":"Up 'N da Club","trackName":"Up 'N da Club","artistName":"2nd II None feat. 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In my car or on dubs?\nA straight fuckin while we buckin, baby\n\nNow can't hang, got a space at the back of the club, low key\nI did my thang in the car that's why I skip past the broad\nGot my eyes on tight, I'm headed straight for a corner\nGot my eyes on this freak with 10 suckas all upon her\nThe type that claim they fly and fresh\nYappin like hoes bout who got the best Rolex sweat\nDrinchin all on my head and my shirt\nIt's time to shake my buzz, grab a skirt and go to work\nCrack the dance floor wit me but don't hurt ya self\nNice at the summertime (Oh Yeah)\nThe tricks come to spend a lot\nOn these tricks off the knot\nThat's why they get with pockets ripped to they socks\nDamn! These pretty hoes comin in flocks\nTalkin about how many freaks I got\nThat's why, sometimes I go for a minute & shake the spot\nIt's either too damn crowded or hell-a-hot\n\nYeah, ho is Dolce & Gabanna, ya mama\nIn the six rebel\nBig face, she wanna know how my hit tastes\nYeah, I remember these freaks by face\nOr they nipples or they cheeks to the belly chains on they waist\nMost of y'all easin' knuckles, Cartier belt buckles\nLookin for a nigga to hustle\nShit, I'm the next multi-million dollar black man\nFor all y'all ain't grizzlin' niggas\nTake shake the sound stand\nQuik gotta beat that'll cost a hundred grand\nParty from LA, Terrio to Japan\nIf you in the sand, throw up, up ya hands\nIf you in the hood with the leather'n'wood\nLet these hoes know 2-2-0 got the do-do\nFind me on the net, dot com the text\nVISA, Mastercard, American Express","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Up 'N da Club\n  artist: 2nd II None feat. 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In my car or on dubs?\n  A straight fuckin while we buckin, baby\n\n  Now can't hang, got a space at the back of the club, low key\n  I did my thang in the car that's why I skip past the broad\n  Got my eyes on tight, I'm headed straight for a corner\n  Got my eyes on this freak with 10 suckas all upon her\n  The type that claim they fly and fresh\n  Yappin like hoes bout who got the best Rolex sweat\n  Drinchin all on my head and my shirt\n  It's time to shake my buzz, grab a skirt and go to work\n  Crack the dance floor wit me but don't hurt ya self\n  Nice at the summertime (Oh Yeah)\n  The tricks come to spend a lot\n  On these tricks off the knot\n  That's why they get with pockets ripped to they socks\n  Damn! These pretty hoes comin in flocks\n  Talkin about how many freaks I got\n  That's why, sometimes I go for a minute & shake the spot\n  It's either too damn crowded or hell-a-hot\n\n  Yeah, ho is Dolce & Gabanna, ya mama\n  In the six rebel\n  Big face, she wanna know how my hit tastes\n  Yeah, I remember these freaks by face\n  Or they nipples or they cheeks to the belly chains on they waist\n  Most of y'all easin' knuckles, Cartier belt buckles\n  Lookin for a nigga to hustle\n  Shit, I'm the next multi-million dollar black man\n  For all y'all ain't grizzlin' niggas\n  Take shake the sound stand\n  Quik gotta beat that'll cost a hundred grand\n  Party from LA, Terrio to Japan\n  If you in the sand, throw up, up ya hands\n  If you in the hood with the leather'n'wood\n  Let these hoes know 2-2-0 got the do-do\n  Find me on the net, dot com the text\n  VISA, Mastercard, American Express\n"},{"id":18064187,"name":"Up 'n da Club","trackName":"Up 'n da Club","artistName":"2nd II None feat. 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In my car or on dubs?\nA straight fuckin while we buckin, baby\n\nNow can't hang, got a space at the back of the club, low key\nI did my thang in the car that's why I skip past the broad\nGot my eyes on tight, I'm headed straight for a corner\nGot my eyes on this freak with 10 suckas all upon her\nThe type that claim they fly and fresh\nYappin like hoes bout who got the best Rolex sweat\nDrinchin all on my head and my shirt\nIt's time to shake my buzz, grab a skirt and go to work\nCrack the dance floor wit me but don't hurt ya self\nNice at the summertime (Oh Yeah)\nThe tricks come to spend a lot\nOn these tricks off the knot\nThat's why they get with pockets ripped to they socks\nDamn! These pretty hoes comin in flocks\nTalkin about how many freaks I got\nThat's why, sometimes I go for a minute & shake the spot\nIt's either too damn crowded or hell-a-hot\n\nYeah, ho is Dolce & Gabanna, ya mama\nIn the six rebel\nBig face, she wanna know how my hit tastes\nYeah, I remember these freaks by face\nOr they nipples or they cheeks to the belly chains on they waist\nMost of y'all easin' knuckles, Cartier belt buckles\nLookin for a nigga to hustle\nShit, I'm the next multi-million dollar black man\nFor all y'all ain't grizzlin' niggas\nTake shake the sound stand\nQuik gotta beat that'll cost a hundred grand\nParty from LA, Terrio to Japan\nIf you in the sand, throw up, up ya hands\nIf you in the hood with the leather'n'wood\nLet these hoes know 2-2-0 got the do-do\nFind me on the net, dot com the text\nVISA, Mastercard, American Express","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Up 'n da Club\n  artist: 2nd II None feat. 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In my car or on dubs?\n  A straight fuckin while we buckin, baby\n\n  Now can't hang, got a space at the back of the club, low key\n  I did my thang in the car that's why I skip past the broad\n  Got my eyes on tight, I'm headed straight for a corner\n  Got my eyes on this freak with 10 suckas all upon her\n  The type that claim they fly and fresh\n  Yappin like hoes bout who got the best Rolex sweat\n  Drinchin all on my head and my shirt\n  It's time to shake my buzz, grab a skirt and go to work\n  Crack the dance floor wit me but don't hurt ya self\n  Nice at the summertime (Oh Yeah)\n  The tricks come to spend a lot\n  On these tricks off the knot\n  That's why they get with pockets ripped to they socks\n  Damn! These pretty hoes comin in flocks\n  Talkin about how many freaks I got\n  That's why, sometimes I go for a minute & shake the spot\n  It's either too damn crowded or hell-a-hot\n\n  Yeah, ho is Dolce & Gabanna, ya mama\n  In the six rebel\n  Big face, she wanna know how my hit tastes\n  Yeah, I remember these freaks by face\n  Or they nipples or they cheeks to the belly chains on they waist\n  Most of y'all easin' knuckles, Cartier belt buckles\n  Lookin for a nigga to hustle\n  Shit, I'm the next multi-million dollar black man\n  For all y'all ain't grizzlin' niggas\n  Take shake the sound stand\n  Quik gotta beat that'll cost a hundred grand\n  Party from LA, Terrio to Japan\n  If you in the sand, throw up, up ya hands\n  If you in the hood with the leather'n'wood\n  Let these hoes know 2-2-0 got the do-do\n  Find me on the net, dot com the text\n  VISA, Mastercard, American Express\n"},{"id":23827117,"name":"Up 'n da Club","trackName":"Up 'n da Club","artistName":"2nd II None ft. 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In my car or on dubs?\nA straight fuckin while we buckin, baby\n\nNow can't hang, got a space at the back of the club, low key\nI did my thang in the car that's why I skip past the broad\nGot my eyes on tight, I'm headed straight for a corner\nGot my eyes on this freak with 10 suckas all upon her\nThe type that claim they fly and fresh\nYappin like hoes bout who got the best Rolex sweat\nDrinchin all on my head and my shirt\nIt's time to shake my buzz, grab a skirt and go to work\nCrack the dance floor wit me but don't hurt ya self\nNice at the summertime (Oh Yeah)\nThe tricks come to spend a lot\nOn these tricks off the knot\nThat's why they get with pockets ripped to they socks\nDamn! These pretty hoes comin in flocks\nTalkin about how many freaks I got\nThat's why, sometimes I go for a minute & shake the spot\nIt's either too damn crowded or hell-a-hot\n\nYeah, ho is Dolce & Gabanna, ya mama\nIn the six rebel\nBig face, she wanna know how my hit tastes\nYeah, I remember these freaks by face\nOr they nipples or they cheeks to the belly chains on they waist\nMost of y'all easin' knuckles, Cartier belt buckles\nLookin for a nigga to hustle\nShit, I'm the next multi-million dollar black man\nFor all y'all ain't grizzlin' niggas\nTake shake the sound stand\nQuik gotta beat that'll cost a hundred grand\nParty from LA, Terrio to Japan\nIf you in the sand, throw up, up ya hands\nIf you in the hood with the leather'n'wood\nLet these hoes know 2-2-0 got the do-do\nFind me on the net, dot com the text\nVISA, Mastercard, American Express","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Up 'n da Club\n  artist: 2nd II None ft. 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In my car or on dubs?\n  A straight fuckin while we buckin, baby\n\n  Now can't hang, got a space at the back of the club, low key\n  I did my thang in the car that's why I skip past the broad\n  Got my eyes on tight, I'm headed straight for a corner\n  Got my eyes on this freak with 10 suckas all upon her\n  The type that claim they fly and fresh\n  Yappin like hoes bout who got the best Rolex sweat\n  Drinchin all on my head and my shirt\n  It's time to shake my buzz, grab a skirt and go to work\n  Crack the dance floor wit me but don't hurt ya self\n  Nice at the summertime (Oh Yeah)\n  The tricks come to spend a lot\n  On these tricks off the knot\n  That's why they get with pockets ripped to they socks\n  Damn! These pretty hoes comin in flocks\n  Talkin about how many freaks I got\n  That's why, sometimes I go for a minute & shake the spot\n  It's either too damn crowded or hell-a-hot\n\n  Yeah, ho is Dolce & Gabanna, ya mama\n  In the six rebel\n  Big face, she wanna know how my hit tastes\n  Yeah, I remember these freaks by face\n  Or they nipples or they cheeks to the belly chains on they waist\n  Most of y'all easin' knuckles, Cartier belt buckles\n  Lookin for a nigga to hustle\n  Shit, I'm the next multi-million dollar black man\n  For all y'all ain't grizzlin' niggas\n  Take shake the sound stand\n  Quik gotta beat that'll cost a hundred grand\n  Party from LA, Terrio to Japan\n  If you in the sand, throw up, up ya hands\n  If you in the hood with the leather'n'wood\n  Let these hoes know 2-2-0 got the do-do\n  Find me on the net, dot com the text\n  VISA, Mastercard, American Express\n"},{"id":21591566,"name":"Up 'n da club","trackName":"Up 'n da club","artistName":"2nd II None feat. 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In my car or on dubs?\nA straight fuckin while we buckin, baby\n\nNow can't hang, got a space at the back of the club, low key\nI did my thang in the car that's why I skip past the broad\nGot my eyes on tight, I'm headed straight for a corner\nGot my eyes on this freak with 10 suckas all upon her\nThe type that claim they fly and fresh\nYappin like hoes bout who got the best Rolex sweat\nDrinchin all on my head and my shirt\nIt's time to shake my buzz, grab a skirt and go to work\nCrack the dance floor wit me but don't hurt ya self\nNice at the summertime (Oh Yeah)\nThe tricks come to spend a lot\nOn these tricks off the knot\nThat's why they get with pockets ripped to they socks\nDamn! These pretty hoes comin in flocks\nTalkin about how many freaks I got\nThat's why, sometimes I go for a minute & shake the spot\nIt's either too damn crowded or hell-a-hot\n\nYeah, ho is Dolce & Gabanna, ya mama\nIn the six rebel\nBig face, she wanna know how my hit tastes\nYeah, I remember these freaks by face\nOr they nipples or they cheeks to the belly chains on they waist\nMost of y'all easin' knuckles, Cartier belt buckles\nLookin for a nigga to hustle\nShit, I'm the next multi-million dollar black man\nFor all y'all ain't grizzlin' niggas\nTake shake the sound stand\nQuik gotta beat that'll cost a hundred grand\nParty from LA, Terrio to Japan\nIf you in the sand, throw up, up ya hands\nIf you in the hood with the leather'n'wood\nLet these hoes know 2-2-0 got the do-do\nFind me on the net, dot com the text\nVISA, Mastercard, American Express","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Up 'n da club\n  artist: 2nd II None feat. 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In my car or on dubs?\n  A straight fuckin while we buckin, baby\n\n  Now can't hang, got a space at the back of the club, low key\n  I did my thang in the car that's why I skip past the broad\n  Got my eyes on tight, I'm headed straight for a corner\n  Got my eyes on this freak with 10 suckas all upon her\n  The type that claim they fly and fresh\n  Yappin like hoes bout who got the best Rolex sweat\n  Drinchin all on my head and my shirt\n  It's time to shake my buzz, grab a skirt and go to work\n  Crack the dance floor wit me but don't hurt ya self\n  Nice at the summertime (Oh Yeah)\n  The tricks come to spend a lot\n  On these tricks off the knot\n  That's why they get with pockets ripped to they socks\n  Damn! 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In my car on dubs?\nA straight fuckin' while we buckin', baby\n\n(Up in the club) Where you chillin' for the summer, homie?\n(Up in the club) Jumpin' out the stretch Hummer runnin'\n(Up in the club) Fly ladies from wall to wall\n(Up in the club) With my beats, I'm fadin' all-a y'all\n(Up in the club) Can a playa spend his double life\n(Up in the club) Before she shank me with a butter knife\n(Up in the club) Upper level or a lower life\n(Up in the club) Still the same be where we go inside\n\nNow K.K. got a space at the back of the club, low key\nI did my thang in the car, that's why I skip past the bar\nGot my eyes on tight, I'm headed straight for a corner\nGot my eyes on this freak with 10 suckas all up on her\nThe type that claim their fly and fresh\nYapping like hoes bout who got the best Rolex, sweat\nDrenchin' all on my head and my shirt\nIt's time to shake my buzz, grab a skirt and go to work\nCrack the dance floor wit' me, but don't hurt yourself\nNights in the summertime at the club (oh yeah)\nThe tricks come to spend a lot\nOn these tricks off the knot\nThat's why they get with pockets ripped to they socks\nDamn! These pretty hoes comin' in flocks\nTalkin' 'bout how many freaks I got\nThat's why I go sometimes for a minute then I shake the spot\nIt's either too damn crowded or hella hot\n\n(Up in the club) Where you chillin' for the summer, homie?\n(Up in the club) Jumpin' out the stretch Hummer runnin'\n(Up in the club) Fly ladies from wall to wall\n(Up in the club) With my beats, I'm fadin' all-a y'all\n(Up in the club) Can a playa spend his double life\n(Up in the club) Before she shank me with a butter knife\n(Up in the club) Upper level or a lower life\n(Up in the club) Still the same be where we go inside\n\nYeah, hoe, it's Dolce & Gabanna, ya mama\nIn the six, treble, big face\nShe wanna know how my hit tastes\nYeah, I remember these freaks by face\nOr their dimples or they cheeks to the belly chains on they waist\nMost of y'all knees and knuckles with Cartier belt buckles\nLookin' for a nigga that hustle\nShit, I'm the next multi-million dollar black man\nFor all y'all inquisitive niggas, check the Soundscan\nQuik got a beat that'll cost a hundred grand\nParty from LA, to Rio to Japan\nIf you in the sand, throw up both your hands\nIf you in the hood with the leather and wood\nLet these hoes know 2-2-0 got the dough dough\nFind me on the net, dot com the text\nVisa, Mastercard, American Express spending, bitch!\n\n(Up in the club) Where you chillin' for the summer, homie?\n(Up in the club) Jumpin' out the stretch Hummer runnin'\n(Up in the club) Fly ladies from wall to wall\n(Up in the club) With my beats, I'm fadin' all-a y'all\n(Up in the club) Can a playa spend his double life\n(Up in the club) Before she shank me with a butter knife\n(Up in the club) Upper level or a lower life\n(Up in the club) Still the same be where we go inside\n\n((Up in the club) Where you chillin' for the summer, homie?\n(Up in the club) Jumpin' out the stretch Hummer runnin'\n(Up in the club) Fly ladies from wall to wall\n(Up in the club) With my beats, I'm fadin' all-a y'all\n(Up in the club) Can a playa spend his double life\n(Up in the club) Before she stab me with a butter knife\n(Up in the club) Upper level or a lower life\n(Up in the club) Still the same be where we go inside\n(Up in the club)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Up 'N Da Club (feat. 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In my car on dubs?\n  A straight fuckin' while we buckin', baby\n\n  (Up in the club) Where you chillin' for the summer, homie?\n  (Up in the club) Jumpin' out the stretch Hummer runnin'\n  (Up in the club) Fly ladies from wall to wall\n  (Up in the club) With my beats, I'm fadin' all-a y'all\n  (Up in the club) Can a playa spend his double life\n  (Up in the club) Before she shank me with a butter knife\n  (Up in the club) Upper level or a lower life\n  (Up in the club) Still the same be where we go inside\n\n  Now K.K. got a space at the back of the club, low key\n  I did my thang in the car, that's why I skip past the bar\n  Got my eyes on tight, I'm headed straight for a corner\n  Got my eyes on this freak with 10 suckas all up on her\n  The type that claim their fly and fresh\n  Yapping like hoes bout who got the best Rolex, sweat\n  Drenchin' all on my head and my shirt\n  It's time to shake my buzz, grab a skirt and go to work\n  Crack the dance floor wit' me, but don't hurt yourself\n  Nights in the summertime at the club (oh yeah)\n  The tricks come to spend a lot\n  On these tricks off the knot\n  That's why they get with pockets ripped to they socks\n  Damn! 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These pretty hoes comin' in flocks\nTalkin' 'bout how many freaks I got\nThat's why I go sometimes for a minute then I shake the spot\nIt's either too damn crowded or hella hot\n\n(Up in the club) Where you chillin' for the summer, homie?\n(Up in the club) Jumpin' out the stretch Hummer runnin'\n(Up in the club) Fly ladies from wall to wall\n(Up in the club) With my beats, I'm fadin' all-a y'all\n(Up in the club) Can a playa spend his double life\n(Up in the club) Before she shank me with a butter knife\n(Up in the club) Upper level or a lower life\n(Up in the club) Still the same be where we go inside\n\nYeah, hoe, it's Dolce & Gabanna, ya mama\nIn the six, treble, big face\nShe wanna know how my hit tastes\nYeah, I remember these freaks by face\nOr their dimples or they cheeks to the belly chains on they waist\nMost of y'all knees and knuckles with Cartier belt buckles\nLookin' for a nigga that hustle\nShit, I'm the next multi-million dollar black man\nFor all y'all inquisitive niggas, check the Soundscan\nQuik got a beat that'll cost a hundred grand\nParty from LA, to Rio to Japan\nIf you in the sand, throw up both your hands\nIf you in the hood with the leather and wood\nLet these hoes know 2-2-0 got the dough dough\nFind me on the net, dot com the text\nVisa, Mastercard, American Express spending, bitch!\n\n(Up in the club) Where you chillin' for the summer, homie?\n(Up in the club) Jumpin' out the stretch Hummer runnin'\n(Up in the club) Fly ladies from wall to wall\n(Up in the club) With my beats, I'm fadin' all-a y'all\n(Up in the club) Can a playa spend his double life\n(Up in the club) Before she shank me with a butter knife\n(Up in the club) Upper level or a lower life\n(Up in the club) Still the same be where we go inside\n\n((Up in the club) Where you chillin' for the summer, homie?\n(Up in the club) Jumpin' out the stretch Hummer runnin'\n(Up in the club) Fly ladies from wall to wall\n(Up in the club) With my beats, I'm fadin' all-a y'all\n(Up in the club) Can a playa spend his double life\n(Up in the club) Before she stab me with a butter knife\n(Up in the club) Upper level or a lower life\n(Up in the club) Still the same be where we go inside\n(Up in the club)","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Up 'N Da Club (feat. 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In my car on dubs?\n  A straight fuckin' while we buckin', baby\n\n  (Up in the club) Where you chillin' for the summer, homie?\n  (Up in the club) Jumpin' out the stretch Hummer runnin'\n  (Up in the club) Fly ladies from wall to wall\n  (Up in the club) With my beats, I'm fadin' all-a y'all\n  (Up in the club) Can a playa spend his double life\n  (Up in the club) Before she shank me with a butter knife\n  (Up in the club) Upper level or a lower life\n  (Up in the club) Still the same be where we go inside\n\n  Now K.K. got a space at the back of the club, low key\n  I did my thang in the car, that's why I skip past the bar\n  Got my eyes on tight, I'm headed straight for a corner\n  Got my eyes on this freak with 10 suckas all up on her\n  The type that claim their fly and fresh\n  Yapping like hoes bout who got the best Rolex, sweat\n  Drenchin' all on my head and my shirt\n  It's time to shake my buzz, grab a skirt and go to work\n  Crack the dance floor wit' me, but don't hurt yourself\n  Nights in the summertime at the club (oh yeah)\n  The tricks come to spend a lot\n  On these tricks off the knot\n  That's why they get with pockets ripped to they socks\n  Damn! These pretty hoes comin' in flocks\n  Talkin' 'bout how many freaks I got\n  That's why I go sometimes for a minute then I shake the spot\n  It's either too damn crowded or hella hot\n\n  (Up in the club) Where you chillin' for the summer, homie?\n  (Up in the club) Jumpin' out the stretch Hummer runnin'\n  (Up in the club) Fly ladies from wall to wall\n  (Up in the club) With my beats, I'm fadin' all-a y'all\n  (Up in the club) Can a playa spend his double life\n  (Up in the club) Before she shank me with a butter knife\n  (Up in the club) Upper level or a lower life\n  (Up in the club) Still the same be where we go inside\n\n  Yeah, hoe, it's Dolce & Gabanna, ya mama\n  In the six, treble, big face\n  She wanna know how my hit tastes\n  Yeah, I remember these freaks by face\n  Or their dimples or they cheeks to the belly chains on they waist\n  Most of y'all knees and knuckles with Cartier belt buckles\n  Lookin' for a nigga that hustle\n  Shit, I'm the next multi-million dollar black man\n  For all y'all inquisitive niggas, check the Soundscan\n  Quik got a beat that'll cost a hundred grand\n  Party from LA, to Rio to Japan\n  If you in the sand, throw up both your hands\n  If you in the hood with the leather and wood\n  Let these hoes know 2-2-0 got the dough dough\n  Find me on the net, dot com the text\n  Visa, Mastercard, American Express spending, bitch!\n\n  (Up in the club) Where you chillin' for the summer, homie?\n  (Up in the club) Jumpin' out the stretch Hummer runnin'\n  (Up in the club) Fly ladies from wall to wall\n  (Up in the club) With my beats, I'm fadin' all-a y'all\n  (Up in the club) Can a playa spend his double life\n  (Up in the club) Before she shank me with a butter knife\n  (Up in the club) Upper level or a lower life\n  (Up in the club) Still the same be where we go inside\n\n  ((Up in the club) Where you chillin' for the summer, homie?\n  (Up in the club) Jumpin' out the stretch Hummer runnin'\n  (Up in the club) Fly ladies from wall to wall\n  (Up in the club) With my beats, I'm fadin' all-a y'all\n  (Up in the club) Can a playa spend his double life\n  (Up in the club) Before she stab me with a butter knife\n  (Up in the club) Upper level or a lower life\n  (Up in the club) Still the same be where we go inside\n  (Up in the club)\n"},{"id":27599108,"name":"Up 'N Da Club (feat. 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In my car on dubs?\nA straight fuckin' while we buckin', baby\n\n(Up in the club) Where you chillin' for the summer, homie?\n(Up in the club) Jumpin' out the stretch Hummer runnin'\n(Up in the club) Fly ladies from wall to wall\n(Up in the club) With my beats, I'm fadin' all-a y'all\n(Up in the club) Can a playa spend his double life\n(Up in the club) Before she shank me with a butter knife\n(Up in the club) Upper level or a lower life\n(Up in the club) Still the same be where we go inside\n\nNow K.K. got a space at the back of the club, low key\nI did my thang in the car, that's why I skip past the bar\nGot my eyes on tight, I'm headed straight for a corner\nGot my eyes on this freak with 10 suckas all up on her\nThe type that claim their fly and fresh\nYapping like hoes bout who got the best Rolex, sweat\nDrenchin' all on my head and my shirt\nIt's time to shake my buzz, grab a skirt and go to work\nCrack the dance floor wit' me, but don't hurt yourself\nNights in the summertime at the club (oh yeah)\nThe tricks come to spend a lot\nOn these tricks off the knot\nThat's why they get with pockets ripped to they socks\nDamn! 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In my car on dubs?\n  A straight fuckin' while we buckin', baby\n\n  (Up in the club) Where you chillin' for the summer, homie?\n  (Up in the club) Jumpin' out the stretch Hummer runnin'\n  (Up in the club) Fly ladies from wall to wall\n  (Up in the club) With my beats, I'm fadin' all-a y'all\n  (Up in the club) Can a playa spend his double life\n  (Up in the club) Before she shank me with a butter knife\n  (Up in the club) Upper level or a lower life\n  (Up in the club) Still the same be where we go inside\n\n  Now K.K. got a space at the back of the club, low key\n  I did my thang in the car, that's why I skip past the bar\n  Got my eyes on tight, I'm headed straight for a corner\n  Got my eyes on this freak with 10 suckas all up on her\n  The type that claim their fly and fresh\n  Yapping like hoes bout who got the best Rolex, sweat\n  Drenchin' all on my head and my shirt\n  It's time to shake my buzz, grab a skirt and go to work\n  Crack the dance floor wit' me, but don't hurt yourself\n  Nights in the summertime at the club (oh yeah)\n  The tricks come to spend a lot\n  On these tricks off the knot\n  That's why they get with pockets ripped to they socks\n  Damn! These pretty hoes comin' in flocks\n  Talkin' 'bout how many freaks I got\n  That's why I go sometimes for a minute then I shake the spot\n  It's either too damn crowded or hella hot\n\n  (Up in the club) Where you chillin' for the summer, homie?\n  (Up in the club) Jumpin' out the stretch Hummer runnin'\n  (Up in the club) Fly ladies from wall to wall\n  (Up in the club) With my beats, I'm fadin' all-a y'all\n  (Up in the club) Can a playa spend his double life\n  (Up in the club) Before she shank me with a butter knife\n  (Up in the club) Upper level or a lower life\n  (Up in the club) Still the same be where we go inside\n\n  Yeah, hoe, it's Dolce & Gabanna, ya mama\n  In the six, treble, big face\n  She wanna know how my hit tastes\n  Yeah, I remember these freaks by face\n  Or their dimples or they cheeks to the belly chains on they waist\n  Most of y'all knees and knuckles with Cartier belt buckles\n  Lookin' for a nigga that hustle\n  Shit, I'm the next multi-million dollar black man\n  For all y'all inquisitive niggas, check the Soundscan\n  Quik got a beat that'll cost a hundred grand\n  Party from LA, to Rio to Japan\n  If you in the sand, throw up both your hands\n  If you in the hood with the leather and wood\n  Let these hoes know 2-2-0 got the dough dough\n  Find me on the net, dot com the text\n  Visa, Mastercard, American Express spending, bitch!\n\n  (Up in the club) Where you chillin' for the summer, homie?\n  (Up in the club) Jumpin' out the stretch Hummer runnin'\n  (Up in the club) Fly ladies from wall to wall\n  (Up in the club) With my beats, I'm fadin' all-a y'all\n  (Up in the club) Can a playa spend his double life\n  (Up in the club) Before she shank me with a butter knife\n  (Up in the club) Upper level or a lower life\n  (Up in the club) Still the same be where we go inside\n\n  ((Up in the club) Where you chillin' for the summer, homie?\n  (Up in the club) Jumpin' out the stretch Hummer runnin'\n  (Up in the club) Fly ladies from wall to wall\n  (Up in the club) With my beats, I'm fadin' all-a y'all\n  (Up in the club) Can a playa spend his double life\n  (Up in the club) Before she stab me with a butter knife\n  (Up in the club) Upper level or a lower life\n  (Up in the club) Still the same be where we go inside\n  (Up in the club)\n"}]