The Club lyrics

by

Hall & Nash


[Intro: Smoke DZA]
Yeah
(183rd Street)
Uh, Ringside season is upon us
Kush God, b*tch
One time for the hustlers and farmers
Yeah
Five

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
I'm one Styles Clash away from getting wild cash
They don't want none, nah, them n*ggas wild ass
Body after body, that's the pal stack
Come to your corny events, mile pass
Only the elite, n*gga, watch my feet
Pelé kicked the competition, this ain't the soccer league
These clowns turn the art into a mockery
Ass kissing, nah, that's not for me
All the chit chat [?]
Two sweet hands [?] the club, right
The Ringside chronicles
Mr. Phenomenal
Game is in a abdominal stretch
[?]
No subs, directs
All the hustlers love my flex
R.F.C., gotta plug my set
And on this [?] rap sh*t you know we do it the best
They don't even stand a chance
It's the champ, but run the camp
Everything valid, I get a stamps
[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
(FLYGOD) Ayo
Texas Tornado with the yayo (Whip)
Voodoo on the pot, Papa Shango (Whip)
And then she [?] in the kitchen
The codeine in the Faygo
Hit the dope with the DDT
Diamond cut the coke like DDP
Koko B. Ware with birds
I'm Paul Heyman in the fur (Ow)
They saying West got that mean dope
sh*t fire like Ricky "Dragon" Steamboat
Man had the visions of Owen Hart in the midnight peacoat
The lil top for Vlone
Mr. T vs Hogan
The lemon squeeze on Four Horsemen (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)

[Verse 3: Conway the Machine]
Alright
You said they still in the lobby with caine
When after further review, you was just talking, like Bobby the Brain (Ha)
Think your sh*t is sweet, only get you shot in the brain
Torture rack leave your body in pain
You know what's up, n*gga (What's poppin?)
We got the elbows flying like King Macho (Uh huh)
Off the top rope, streets want me to drop gold
Let's cut, bar for bar, homie, everything I jot is dope (I'm the illest, n*gga)
Don't call my tech if you ain't tryna cop coke (Don't bother, n*gga)
n*ggas wish they got the cake I see
Stack the brick tall as Great Khali (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
I got the shooters out lurking with the 40
I told them to scrape the cereal (Ha)
Running through the cut, mask on like Rey Mysterio ([?])
Balmain pockets full of dead green guys
Selling wet, f*ck waiting 'til that whole thing dry (Ha)
Used to stash dope money underneath my king size
Now it's 10 chains at Wrestlemania Ringside (Woo)
[Outro: AJ Styles]
[?]
Knows that AJ Styles has had the best year in 2016
I'm the one that put SmackDown Live on the map
I'm the reason why your butts are in the seats
We're gonna have a conversation, right here tonight, about my career
That is, if I even had one
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