Paroles:
C4 Rock Club

Verse 1] Throwback this, Throwback that It aint where you from its where you wear ya throwback at I rock the Reds Pete Rose when I'm in the 'Natti And 4

's still God first though This whole ass world got me this way, you know I'm saying Bout paper, this motherfucking K, motherfucking Tre-8 This 4-5, 4-4

up in ctown, nigga any folks in this club, they betta leave now, b/c thes homies outside n they holdin them clips round, wen they seein them blue flags, itz gittin clipped down, b/c

lock up my thugs wanna see us fall short Fuck it, I'ma blow up the court and show 'em no remorse. Hit 'em up with the C4, backdoor Nigga, let Stack

Everybody let's get the club crunk (Everybody get crunk in the club when it drop) (In the club start actin' up) Come on and bounce with me [R.O.C.] (R.O.C

So throw the water on 'em!) HERE WE GO! [Verse 4: The Game] Motherfucker, it's FLIP-MODE, when I come up in the club Throwin up a dub, liftin up a snuff

control And let it go 4 u kno U gon hit tha flo I rok 2 da beat till im tired (tired) Walk n da club it's fiya (fiya) Get it krunk and wired Wave

Heeyo drama We bout to burn the muthafucking streets up with this shit Breakfast club I want to welcome everybody to the muthafuckin rap room This aint

that I won't stop, I make it hot (I do it) I'll be on top, as soon as the beat drop, I'll make the whole club rock (I do it) [The Game] Lace my Air