[Intro: Nottz, (Boogiemann)]
Yeah! Yeah!
(Uh!) Uh
[Verse 1: Nottz]
Now, this club ain't built, dawg, fa all of us
We tear the fucka up, straight fuck the fucka up
Collapse the ceilings, caved-in walls 'n shit
Or find a 'Lac parked at the bar in the bitch
All you small-time fucks, magnify this shit
Snap a picture, this is how we do in the bitch
Fuck the ass-shakin', better get ya ass to vacatin'
'Fore you fill the extra spot on a morgue statement
DMP's the squad, motherfucka, don't forget it
Act senile if ya want and watch them things start to hittin'
Ya legs, arm, head, ya ass 'bout ta fall off
This ride is type dangerous, pa – you shoulda jumped off
It be I, Nottz Raw, wit' J. D-I
We keep it crackalackin' from the V to The D (D)
We keep it crackalackin' from the V to The D (The D)
We keep it crackalackin' from the V to The D
The D (D), D (D), D (D)...
[Chorus: J Dilla, (Boogiemann)]
Up in the club
Up in the club
Up in the club (Uh, I told y'all! Uh)
[Verse 2: Boogiemann]
I don't dance, youngin', back of the club (Back of the club)
Chicks around me, yeah, they family, they let the MAC in the club (Aha)
Lean back, hater, you don't want to get trapped in the club
Slapped in the club (Slapped)
Beat down, boom-bapped in the club, fucka
It'll get so ugly, Boogie like the Emperor with a New Groove
You could look, but don't touch me (Don't touch me)
Rolled in like a hundred deep
Wit' niggas that got no real name, like Murder and Street (What up?)
A bad drinker face, probably hurl in your sink (Ill)
Lookin' for shorties with heels, probably hurtin' their feet (Uh-huh)
Get 'em drunk and we ready to dip
That's why I'm at the bar wit' her, like "Go ahead, take one more sip"
Dirty rolled in on 700s like a bike club
Fuck around and turn this nightclub into a Fight Club
Might hurt somebody, this ain't no fuckin' rap
DMP, J Dilla, who's fuckin' wit' that, huh?
[Chorus: J Dilla]
Up in the club
Up in the club
Up in the club
[Verse 3: J Dilla] {*unreleased on 2016 version*}
I go through the back do' with my peeps
I'm rolling a bag to blow with my peeps
It's "go" for the bad hoes for the creep
You know you ain't got the dough for these seats
We taking over V.I.P.'s
Fifty niggas deep (What!) – eat shit and D-I-E
You don't wanna see my team
Get your wig pushed way back, the color of Levi jeans
Ya'll niggas better keep on dancin'
'Less you wanna get it crackin' like Nino's mansion
Niggas acting hoe-ish, I start smacking 'em
And them boys come over and start askin' ya
"What ya wanna do?"
You got a choice of 1 or 2
You could act like you know, sip up, get out
Or get it outside, when the club let out
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