Lame

[Chorus: Jermaine Dupri] We the niggas in the club, making it rain And y'all the niggas in the club looking so lame Stop looking at my bitch dance, bitch ass nigga Stop looking at my bitch dance what is he girls? He's a big L, big, big L, he's a big L, big, big L Hey, you's a big L, big, big L And we say, oh no, get him out of here [Verse 1: Bow Wow] And I ain't never been a lame, and I'm far from a sucker You can call me mister always stunting on a motherfucker In the club, tin chains on Niggas get the flexing Type of niggas in the club with no girls in they section I be in Miami south beach, wife beat, wildin out No job, 36, and still live in your mama house (damn) You had to trick to hit it and for free she let me get it If I get your girl one night with me I bet she won't forget it It's' the bow don't forget to wow Anybody know you been a lame for a while (true that) You's a big L, you the perfect definition in the club Fronting like you're smoking Cali's, but he's midge The boy around town, your reputation getting bigger You in to the club with no money, you can't even tip the stripper (damn) And if you see a lame go and put him in is place Make a L with your hand then put it in they face And tell them like [Chorus: Jermaine Dupri] We the niggas in the club, making it rain And y'all the niggas in the club looking so lame Stop looking at my bitch dance, bitch ass nigga Stop looking at my bitch dance what is he girls? He's a big L, big, big L, he's a big L, big, big L Hey, you's a big L, big, big L And we say, oh no, get him out of here [Verse 2: Bow Wow] See I be looking at these guys like damn they lame Trying to stunt but we all know you rentin that chain Rocking knock off Louis boy them ain't real clothes Now tell the truth, them cars on cribs ain't yours And it's a shame, how a person can be so lame In the dictionary, vision ain't next to lame (damn) It's sad when you hit them on the window shop A big L is the type that rat his boy to the cops (Here we go) With no girl getting ass weak ass niggers Stop fronting to the people keep it G my nigga I ain't never been the type, in my whole life Lied to the people just so I can earn stripes Whip game stupid, something I like to do it I came in my chains right here; Nah homies, them cubics See a lame gonna put hem in it's place Make a L with your hand then put it in they face And tell them like [Chorus: Jermaine Dupri] We the niggas in the club, making it rain And y'all the niggas in the club looking so lame Stop looking at my bitch dance, bitch ass nigga Stop looking at my bitch dance what is he girls? He's a big L, big, big L, he's a big L, big, big L Hey, you's a big L, big, big L And we say, oh no, get him out of here