In The Club lyrics

[Intro: Birdman and Lil Wayne]
Squad tryna get rich quick
Don't forget it motherf*cker
Eh Weezy, come on
Party cause my squad up
In New Orlans
[?]
We gon party, yep yep in the worst way
Eh yo shawty, I'm tryna f*ck on the first day

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
You can find me in the club, pocket full of blunts
To the HIV, [?]
And I'm into getting head, I ain't tryna love and f*ck
[?] help me get stuck
You can find me on the block, fist full of rocks
And with my hand on my Glock, that sh*t gon pop
And I don't stop, till your man on top
[?] laying on top, yeah

[Verse 1: T-Streets]
Streets!
When I pull up out front, we gon rush the club
Everybody know I'm buck, so they usually show me love
Got that tooly full of whole slugs, if a n*gga hold a grudge
When you f*ck with Weezy baby, you got the hoes in love
Get the lute and run, this is T-Streets, motherf*cker
Keep your eyes on my piece while I speak, motherf*cker
I eat, sleep sh*t trouble
A n*gga ain't crazy, I just want my sh*t double
She can't be my lady, I just want them lips from them
She gon do my clique, or [?]
Just [?] spent
Sittin on the hood, [?]
Flippin up your hood with thhe fullest
How your b*tch gon say [?]
We just good, getting it good
That's why I bring the hood to your home, motherf*cker
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
You can find me in the club, pocket full of blunts
To the HIV, [?]
And I'm into getting head, I ain't tryna love and f*ck
[?] help me get stuck
You can find me on the block, fist full of rocks
And with my hand on my Glock, that sh*t gon pop
And I don't stop, till your man on top
[?] laying on top, yeah

[Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]
Gudda!
Each hand a pistol, Gudda Gudda street man official
Sweep with vengence, I rep the land of killers
[?]
[?]
[?]
But we only go to war about family issues
So when we hit you, [?]
Man they twist you, damb near flip you
[?]
And I ain't playing if my hands are sizzling
[?]
All I'm saying is Gudda man rise to the motherf*ckin bridge is over
The bridge is over, yeah
Gotta keep my head to the clouds [?]
[?]
And the heater putting broozes on my hip
I wish a n*gga would trip [?]
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
You can find me in the club, pocket full of blunts
To the HIV, [?]
And I'm into getting head, I ain't tryna love and f*ck
[?] help me get stuck
You can find me on the block, fist full of rocks
And with my hand on my Glock, that sh*t gon pop
And I don't stop, till your man on top
[?] laying on top, yeah

[Verse 3: Kidd Kidd]
Kidd!
I hit the club, where the b*tches at?
You know when I come through, the thug n*ggas [?]
[?]
[?] slugs [?]
[?]
Where your clicque at, motherf*cker
You are what you eat, straight pus*y
So I don't pay attention to the sh*t you say to me
I'm in my zone till I'm [?]
Ain't a n*gga in my clique [?]
And we don't ball [?]
We know how to survive off comisary
And I'm one of a kind man, not your normal artist [?]
Me and my squad tight like Tom and Jerry
On the set where we get wetter than leaks
We get a new freak and hit her for free
Every show smoke og
And I ain't gon f*ck them if [?]