Testo di 'Shut The Club Down' di Girl Talk

One, one, one, one, one
One, one, one, one, one
Whooo-eee!

(Hey, hey you!)

Ain't nothin' for me to come through and shut the club down
Walk through the club me and mug haters down
Drop a stack at the bar, a hundred Louis thirteen
Posted up camouflage down to my feet, feet

They lookin' at me like, who is, who is he?
I straighten up yo boy, he raised in teh streets
My name's Ramone and you can spell it when I step in yo room
Take VI, Chevy go zoom

I hit the club with a mug so mean
Got them niggas like who the fuck is that
Then I hopped up out the car so clean
Got them niggas like who the fuck is that

I'm like right, left, back, forth
Yeah I got the money, nigga that's of course
Hit the stage with a b-boy stance
The club owner like who the fuck is that

Hey, hey, you, you
Get it quick, wanna jack
No way, no way
No slack
Hey, hey, you, you
Get it quick, wanna jack, no slack

Rich Boy sellin' crack fuck niggas wanna jack
Shit tight no slack just bought a Cadillac
Took it to the chop shop
Got the damn top dropped two colored flip flopped
Candy red lollipop
There's hoes in the parking lot
But i still got my glock cocked
New money motherfucker don't you see the big knot
Don't you see the big chain
Don't you see the big rims
Wonder who they hatin' on lately
Baby it's him candy paint,
Gator skin seats call me Dun Dee
pope in your hood I'm the one that you wanna be
Haters wish they could feel the wood in my '83
Ridin' with no tint so the motherfuckers know it's me

Rich Boy sellin' crack
Fuck niggas wanna jack
Shit tight no slack
Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH!)
Just bought a Cadillac (THROW SOME D'S ON THAT BITCH!)
Just bought a Cadillac

Rich boy sellin' crack
Wanna jack
No slack
Sellin' crack
Wanna jack
No slack

Lil mama, it's ya boy Youngin
G5 dippin, lui vuitton luggage (ay)
Gotta love it, ya boy so fly
All the ladies go (ohhh) when a nigga go by.
Gucci on the feet, Marc Jacob on the thigh
She wanna ride or die with ya boy in the shi.
That's right, so I let her kiss the prince
so boyfriend, she ain't missed him since.

And everybody say, I remember way back when
And everybody say, I remember way back when
And everybody say, I remember way back when
And everybody say, I remember way back when
And everybody say, I remember way back when
And everybody say, I remember way back when
And everybody say, I remember way back when
And everybody say, I remember way back when

With a little bit of gold and a pager
We don't give a fuck
With a little bit of gold and a pager
We don't give a fuck
Hey!