Digital Underground - Lettuce In The Club Lyrics

Uh huh, uh huh, Absolut in the house

Now, I'm a start it off
First by pouring a drink
It's your boy Money-B, yeah
I'm f*cking with Binc we getting high
All fly chicks trying to be down
Vacate bitch like a watery clown
(Now, I'm a)
Smoke in your face, got a gun on my waist
I got my dick in my hand, bitch
Come get a taste
Give it a few laps like you're running a race
Bite, you get slapped, yeah
I come from a place
Run with a young ape, put a hoe on the track
And most joints just be silver and black
Where they sharp as a tack
If you're dummy it's better
If you see one of these shoe players
You'll finally gеt better
(Now, I'm a-) Recognisе, step to the left
Come with that weak shit
I'm a choke you to death
I drink, Binc hit the weed to choke you death
When I f*ck you from behind I'm
A choke you to death!

Let us in the club!

We gon' get in and you know we need it
T-shirts and jeans and no collars needed

Money B and Binc!

Got the rubbers in the club, we choosing
We going dumb and we getting stupid

Let us in the club!

We gon' get it and you know we need it
T-shirts and jeans and no collars needed

Money B and Binc!

Got whoever's in the club we choosing
We going dumb and we getting stupid

Ayyy! I hand it to you and you hand it back
I don't give a f*ck bitch
If it's Mickey's or Yac
It's the Bay OG and Binc on the attack
He's sipping vodka and I'm a be sipping Jack
I'm taking evasive action on the hate
I gotta spit on this track, got things to say
I'm drunk, and I wanna split with you
It's Binc so hurry and tell me what it do
Girl, what the f*ck you talking
'bout you ain't a ho
You know what's up so get your keys and shit
It's time to go
I do my thing from Brentwood to Buffalo
I f*ck bad hoes, you cupcake and cuddle those
I got umbrellas, you with your coat
You wiping puddles up
I knock the fattest bitch in the
Club so I can bubble up

It's Money B and Binc

Let us in the club!

We gon' get in and you know we need it
T-shirts and jeans and no collars needed

Money B and Binc!

Got the rubbers in the club, we choosing
We going dumb and we getting stupid

Let us in the club!

We gon' get it and you know we need it
T-shirts and jeans and no collars needed

Money B and Binc!

Got whoever's in the club we choosing
We going dumb and we getting stupid

B-IN-C, that B-IN-C, that's Binc
That's northern California, Money B
Binc-ky, young Binc
Big dick playing all you dumb ass hoes
Yo, where the crib at, we do it like dat!
Ayyy! Now, I'm a -! Haha! Haha