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[Intro: Mr Fantastik] Yo, what up cousin Yo B, I just got up in here man Yeah for real man, security tight as hell man Line wrapped around the building, I had to creep up in through the backdoor type You know what I'm sayin’? Yeah, but it's all good though, I'm here now You know what I’m sayin'? Yeah, let's have a drink of something, order me something man Grand Marnier and pineapple, you know what I'm sayin' [Chorus: Mr Fantastik] Posted up in the club, it's one on the dot Traffic hectic, you in your favorite spot Whether standing on the wall, or hanging at the bar Or up in VIP, mad bottles like super star Posted up in the club, it's one on the dot Traffic hectic, you in your favorite spot Whether standing on the wall, or hanging at the bar Or up in VIP, mad bottles like super star [Verse 1: Mr Fantastik] A lot of flashing show, lifestyle on go We friends learn the beat, treacherous from poe Mr Fantastik get on the beat and smash it Spit game at a broad, so accurate Hundred thousand dollar whips, I'm crashing it Hit him with the .45 cause he asked for it Immaculate in the game, filling orders by the truck Eses can’t bring it across the border quick enough [Verse 2: MF DOOM] Slick and rough, sandpaper scraper Dark tan taper, park jam Jamaica Ave Make her laugh, and break her in half, a karath DOOM filthy, need to go take a bath, math Roddy Baker, 40 acres and better Lowkey bread makers know he get feta And it only gets more ruder You can tell by the raw Buddha L smell, who the hell?