City on Lockdown (feat. Juicy J & Lil Debbie) - Yellow Claw

Yeah! Lil Jon! I said I wasn't drinking tonight, but you know what? Fuck it! I think I'm gonna get so fucked up I might god damn blackout! Juicy J, let's go! Put your hands in the air, let me know you out there P-put your hands in the air, let me know you out there (Don't stop!) P-put your hands in the air, let me know you out there P-put your hands in the air- Let's go! Hungover and I'm back out White party and I'm blacked out Black card that just maxed out I'm about to just black out (Yeah!) Hungover and I'm back out White party and I'm blacked out Black card that just maxed out I'm about to just black out I'm about to just black out I'm about to just black out If you gettin' fucked up, put your fuckin' cups up If you gettin' fucked up, put your fuckin' cups up If you gettin' fucked up, put your fuckin' cups up If you gettin' fucked up, put your fuckin' cups up Miley Cyrus, Mary Poppins, let's get it poppin' Rock out, that's Janis Joplin, she a red head no Dennis Rodman (Tyga!) Don't bullshit me, I'm a Red Bull sipper don't cut my wings On the tail of the jet all you see is steam, got a bad bitch nude in the front seat She make it bounce, bring your body I bring an ounce Don't chase pussy, that's cat and mouse E-every day I'm turnin' out (Yeah!) Hungover and I'm back out White party and I'm blacked out Black card that just maxed out I'm about to just black out I'm about to just black out (Yeah!) I'm about to just black out I'm about to just black out (Yeah!) I'm about to just black out I'm about to just black out (Yeah!) I'm about to just black out I'm about to just black out (Yeah!) I'm about to just black out Uno, dos, tres, let's go! I'm about to just black out I'm about to just black out If you gettin' fucked up, put your fuckin' cups up If you gettin' fucked up, put your fuckin' cups up If you gettin' fucked up, put your fuckin' cups up If you gettin' fucked up, put your fuckin' cups up, let's go! Hungover and I'm back out (I'm back!) White party and I'm blacked out (Yeah!) Black card that just maxed out I'm about to just black out I'm about to just black out (Yeah!) I'm about to just black out I'm about to just black out (Yeah!) I'm about to just black out I'm about to just black out (Yeah!) I'm about to just black out I'm about to just black out (Yeah!) I'm about to just black out Uno, dos, tres, let's go! Yeah! I'm about to just black out I'm about to just black out Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop! Yeah! I'm about to just black out

Let you get high but I ain't smoking with the rest though Cause if it's in my joint, believe that it's the best smoke I'm talking OG kush from the West Coast Watch how you hit it, just one bit will burn your chest, though Cut those cameras on cause my camos on And my niggas back and we riding 'round town With a big ol' bag of weed, Taylor Gang, we ain't in yo faculty Me and Snoop Dogg done created a masterpiece Smoke all day and I'm making this cash And we 'bout it 'bout it like Master P Go hard, stacking cheese, roll a joint, pass the trees TGOD, he's the OG, real G shit what it has to be My real niggas gon' pop tags for me Fake niggas won't get bags from me Say you just wanna shake hands with me? Same fuck niggas used to laugh at me Now I'm riding 'round town in a car that you can't even pronounce And you can't go fast as me Smoking marijuana and she know that I'm a player So she wanna come up here and spend that cash with me That pimp shit come naturally That fuck shit is wack to me My kush grown organically My ballin is actually Bet you high but I ain't smoking with the rest though Cause if it's in my joint, believe that it's the best smoke I'm talking OG kush from the West Coast Watch how you hit it, just one bit will burn your chest, though You might get smoke but you ain't smoking what we smoking on Let me turn you on and turn you out To make you feel like you really wanna feel For real, sho will, nigga I got that kill You know what I got: Captain Crunch, soda pop Light green kush cut from a bush Mix it together, get it together Hypo grow with the hydro flow Smoking on some shit called I don't know This is that shit that was caught From my niggas on the block with a .44 Glock - oh no! Cuttin it up, button it up Homie don't speak at all You might 'scape, you might be most likely like shark bait I might hate, nigga you smoking that lightweight Wrong class, featherweight, levitate Set it straight: let me break it down for you Flip it, zip it, let it fly If it's good, it's gonna get you high Drop it, stop it, that ain't the one We don't even smoke that shit for fun! Bet you high but I ain't smoking with the rest though Cause if it's in my joint, believe that it's the best smoke I'm talking OG kush from the West Coast Watch how you hit it, just one bit will burn your chest, though You might get smoke but you ain't smoking what we smoking on Yeah nigga, I'm rolling up that high-grade Chillin on the porch, smoking like it's Friday Every day of the week to Juicy J's a high day Niggas think I'm Chinese cause my eyes straight I pour up a 6 into a 20 ounce Smoked a half ounce of kush, felt like 20 ounces Fucked around and popped a molly now I'm high as fuck Every chick I'm seeing Juicy screamin out: 'let's fuck!" I done popped a pill and hit the lean behind it Where my mind? Somebody help me find it Got a black and white bitch, they my mixed bitch They keep my double cup full, OG in my Swisher Bet you high but I ain't smoking with the rest though Cause if it's in my joint, believe that it's the best smoke I'm talking OG kush from the West Coast Watch how you hit it, just one bit will burn your chest, though You might get smoke but you ain't smoking what we smoking on

I'm from Libby City (across the bridge) Nah, bitch, I ain't from South Beach, I raised me Bitch, my mama was in the streets (yeah), no co-d (no) I ain't no rat, I'on know a thing, my homie (Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up) still had to eat off that scamming thing I know some niggas toting .40's like they ID's I know some bitches getting purses off her ID's I got my city on lock and the master key Pussy so good, make him say "Uh", this that Master P Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) Uh, I'm from Opa-Locka, home of the choppers City Girls, Summer, JT, that's my partner (city) I'm a day bitch, Brown Subs to the Scotts (period) Lil' pretty bitch, but them killers from the lots will slide for me (du, du, du) I got some bitches and some niggas that'll bust for me (boo, boo, boo) So don't fuck with me Y'all bum niggas, caught me lacking, hit the wagon up Now the hood looking for 'em 'bout to body bag 'em up (my niggas) Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) Man, I came up from the bottom, that's why I'm talking cash shit Man, I went in my mama purse and I had got my ass kicked Let a nigga see his kids, you going out like a sad bitch You look better than your kids, and you got your ass did I don't be telling them niggas I love they ass no more 'cause I don't force it (no) I just put the label check inside the streets, so go and avoid it Ever since I call myself the voice, I'm starting to hear some voices And they told you ass to tell, and you did, you had a choice Gun sling, you know we raised on the concrete I know one thing, we from the trenches, not the palm street (yeah) Codeine, I'm sipping lean for the protein Ain't no co-defendant, slide on them blocks by my lonely (yeah, yeah, yeah) I tilt my hats to real niggas who been real with it I know you love the streets to death, just don't be killed in it I brought the Crush, not for no drank, I put my pills in it Can't nobody tell us shit, you gotta deal with it Gun sling

Ay, I need a whole lotta head with a whole lotta spittin' A real boss bitch, run these niggas like a bidness He said if he keep fuckin' me then he gon' catch some feelings I said "If you keep eating me, I need to meet your dentist" (Ay) I can't suck that dick if I don't know where it been, no You can't have my number if you ask through your friend, no You can't fuck me if you can't find where to put it in He got nervous when he seen this pussy, knew I was that bitch Nigga, don't be testing me, you know what I'm 'bout Everything you heard is prolly true, this pussy got clout Ain't no shame in my game, boy, you know I'm the shit I get treated like a queen by every nigga I'm wit' 'Cause this pussy got power, goin' for some hours Bitch, I got bars, I ain't looking for no towers Any bitch you put against me, know they get devoured I was down, they was sweet Now I'm poppin' and they sour (Ahh) Pussy got power, this pussy got power Fuck on the sheets, skeet skeet for a hour Pussy got power, I pop a rubber band Pop that pussy in a three point stance Pussy got power, that lil' pussy got power Fuck on the sheets, skeet skeet for a hour Pussy got power, I pop a rubber band Pop that pussy in a three point stance (Damn!) Pussy got power, that lil' pussy got power Fuck on the sheets, skeet skeet for a hour Pussy got power, I pop a rubber band (Band!) Pop that pussy in a three point stance (Damn!) If that pussy good, I'ma pull a all nighter (Damn!) Bad bitches only, ugly bitches not invited (Damn!) Once them pills kick in, them hoes get excited (Damn!) Nothing but a slut, she ain't even tryna hide it (Damn!) Pussy great, least that's what they say, now I'm tryna see She a freak, she don't pop a Z, she pop a Plan B Throw them cheeks, you know all these racks don't come with no receipt She a vegan, she gon' eat the dick but she don't eat meat Pussy got power, that lil' pussy got power Fuck on the sheets, skeet skeet for a hour Pussy got power, I pop a rubber band Pop that pussy in a three point stance Pussy got power, that lil' pussy got power Fuck on the sheets, skeet skeet for a hour Pussy got power, I pop a rubber band (Band!) Pop that pussy in a three point stance (Damn!) Pussy got power, that lil' got power Fuck on the sheets, skeet skeet for a hour Pussy got power, I pop a rubber band (Band) Pop that pussy in a three point stance (Damn!) What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up!" My pussy purr, I keep her clean (Clean) I sit this coochie every night up in Celine My pussy talk back 'cause my pussy mean And when I pose, you can see the pussy in the jeans Pussy got 'em paying bills where I live (Yup) Pussy just brought me a car and a crib (Hey) My pussy got a amp on it, it be bumpin' If you spendin' money then daddy we can run it Pussy got power, that lil' pussy got power Fuck on the sheets, skeet skeet for a hour Pussy got power, I pop a rubber band Pop that pussy in a three point stance Pussy got power, this pussy got power Fuck on the sheets, skeet skeet for a hour Pussy got power, this pussy got power Fuck on the sheets, skeet skeet for a hour In the club, with a lil' cup in your hand In the middle of the dance floor juking Having the time of your life... Sit your broke ass down