"All In The Club" as written by Samuel C. Lindley, Denise Round, Anthony Round and D. Smith....

[Featuring Danny Boy]

It's about 1:51 in the club

It's straight packin'

You lackin'

I'm all up in the club gettin' action

With a ugh full of hoes

I'm smellin' like a sack and

You got (??) with your hips and thighs

Make a pimp reach his peak

With your hips and eyes

Girl you know what you do to me

Explain a monkey

Cause' you actin' like you twenty three

Pass the hennessy

Ballin' like you true to sin

Now we all in the clubs that you be in

Like BBD

Do me in

If that's the case

Doin' head and slang off in my face

And pump that ass

This club track freek to the bass

Hold it down till' we drop it

Roll it, give it what you got, ugh

Robbin' on my body baby till' you hit the spot, huh

Dippin' big names baby roll it till' it get a wash

Chorus x1 (Danny Boy)

In this baby (In this baby)

Why you want to rub on me (Why you want to rub on me)

You lookin' at my Rolex

Touchin' on my diamond ring

You all at the club girl (Club girl)

Shine up on a monkey on me (Puttin' them monkey on me)

Don't try to get personal

Why you want to hate on me...

Why you want to hate on me


See some hinney flip a penny

Why you faking the funk

Heads or Tails

Anyway though you got bass in your trunk

All the playas up on the side

Come and smoke with me

He live when he step rep with Kenny's

Come and choke with me

From poor man

To rich man

Rich man back to poor man

All of us can party

Livin' in this low land

Ain't no favortism on this side of town

What you do is bring your mob

Bring it on or get down

Better yet lay on back in your steady be -low

Keep it real

Buddy fats and why flexin' this close

Even though we came to party

Can't say ride, say ride

In the end we fell like Biggie

Now nauzea twa

in the club off in the corner, pretty girl no style

We an (??) our protection in the back of the car

Bump and grind

Who's left in line and this all because

Playas we ball because

It's goin' and it's on in the club

Chorus x1

Don't take it personal oooh...

I got a taste for some hennessy

But like they said

Now alazey put that man in me

Now it's on from ten to three at the club tonight

If you ain't grubbin' right

You better be hookin' tight

Who got a dubb to light

You take a puff and you pass it nigga

Wipe the dust off your truck

And you pass the liquor

Seven digits, figure what's the way to get picture

(Diamond shinin' up my watch)

And it's known to get you

Picture me and you in the club actin' bad

Pushin' in my love

And we doin for the cab

Bend it over

Give a nigga flashbacks

I'm about to test the pain

Cause' you want me to tags at

And where you friends at

Baby don't worry get it low in a hurry

Cause' when we finish this party

You gone tell a whole story about who

Me and you what didn't did do

For your whole crew knew

(??) I went through fool

Chorus x1

(Danny Boy)

Say ra, Say ra

Manaj eh twa

In the back of my car

Goodness baby x3

Lyrics submitted by Shoot_Me

"All in the Club" as written by Dennis Round Anthony Bernard Round

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

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