Blow the Club Up
Yeah, Doublemint
Big Grunt, Watermelon Sugar, Trauma
Blow that club up
Blow that club up
Blow that club up
Blow that club up
Blow that streets up
Blow that streets up
Blow that streets up
Blow that streets up
Oh yeah bring it back
Pushing to the max
Can you feel the pressure
Yeah we snapping on the track
Snapping on the track
Smocking like an ounce
That don't dance no more
But I bet We make a bounce bounce
Bet I make them bounce
Watch them dropping low
Certified shine you can call me Curtis Blow
Yeah without the doubt
Serving up the hits
Blowing up the club every time we get it lit
Every time we get it lit
This is certified shine
Call me Curtis blow
I came to get a bag you see Trauma at the door
Drop it on the floor as low you can get
Bouncing around the club I smell gas get it lit yeah
Nothing like the hits, rip it all to bits
Stir it like some grits in the pot till it stick
Yeah I make them haters sick, cause my elevations quick
I'm to much to handle when the sauce is too thick
Yeah all I do is grind, keep it on my mind
Popping gears out that shit when I got them in blind
When it all goes to line I ain't worry bout mine
Cause you running out the time out of breath cause
I'm pressure fresh to death
In the casket getting drastic bout to zip them all in plastic
This is what the rap game lacking
Traumatised keep it snapping
I'm looking around laughing
Got them saying what's happening
You're better run and hide seek shelter
Cause I'm blasting on them
Oh yeah bring it back
Pushing to the max
Can you feel the pressure
Yeah we snapping on the track
Snapping on the track
Smocking like an ounce
That don't dance no more but
But I bet We make a bounce bounce
Bet I make them bounce
Watch them dropping low
Certified shine you can call me Curtis Blow
Yeah without the doubt
Serving up the hits
Blowing up the club every time we get it lit
Every time we get it lit
We going to crunk your fucking city real hard
We going to crunk your fucking street real hard
We going to crunk the fucking club real hard
We going to crunk them stupid bitches real hard
We going to crunk your fucking city real hard
We going to crunk your fucking street real hard
We going to crunk the fucking club real hard
We going to crunk them stupid bitches real hard
We're about to blow that fucking club right now
You know how we do it you know how we getting down
From the Eastern Europe to the dirty dirty south
Words are loaded bullets flying out the dirty mouth
Yeah I'm always staying sharp
Always on the grind
Kicking with the same chick that you saw me last time
Pouring up my cup damn let's get it crunk
I'm on watermelon sugar so I'm bout to blow the club
Oh yeah bring it back
Pushing to the max
Can you feel the pressure
Yeah we snapping on the track
Snapping on the track
Smocking like an ounce
That don't dance no more but
But I bet We make a bounce bounce
Bet I make them bounce
Watch them dropping low
Certified shine you can call me Curtis Blow
Yeah without the doubt
Serving up the hits
Blowing up the club every time we get it lit
Every time we get it lit
Blow that club up
Blow that club up
Blow that club up
Blow that club up
Blow that streets up
Blow that streets up
Blow that streets up
Blow that streets up
Big Grunt, Watermelon Sugar, Trauma
Blow that club up
Blow that club up
Blow that club up
Blow that club up
Blow that streets up
Blow that streets up
Blow that streets up
Blow that streets up
Oh yeah bring it back
Pushing to the max
Can you feel the pressure
Yeah we snapping on the track
Snapping on the track
Smocking like an ounce
That don't dance no more
But I bet We make a bounce bounce
Bet I make them bounce
Watch them dropping low
Certified shine you can call me Curtis Blow
Yeah without the doubt
Serving up the hits
Blowing up the club every time we get it lit
Every time we get it lit
This is certified shine
Call me Curtis blow
I came to get a bag you see Trauma at the door
Drop it on the floor as low you can get
Bouncing around the club I smell gas get it lit yeah
Nothing like the hits, rip it all to bits
Stir it like some grits in the pot till it stick
Yeah I make them haters sick, cause my elevations quick
I'm to much to handle when the sauce is too thick
Yeah all I do is grind, keep it on my mind
Popping gears out that shit when I got them in blind
When it all goes to line I ain't worry bout mine
Cause you running out the time out of breath cause
I'm pressure fresh to death
In the casket getting drastic bout to zip them all in plastic
This is what the rap game lacking
Traumatised keep it snapping
I'm looking around laughing
Got them saying what's happening
You're better run and hide seek shelter
Cause I'm blasting on them
Oh yeah bring it back
Pushing to the max
Can you feel the pressure
Yeah we snapping on the track
Snapping on the track
Smocking like an ounce
That don't dance no more but
But I bet We make a bounce bounce
Bet I make them bounce
Watch them dropping low
Certified shine you can call me Curtis Blow
Yeah without the doubt
Serving up the hits
Blowing up the club every time we get it lit
Every time we get it lit
We going to crunk your fucking city real hard
We going to crunk your fucking street real hard
We going to crunk the fucking club real hard
We going to crunk them stupid bitches real hard
We going to crunk your fucking city real hard
We going to crunk your fucking street real hard
We going to crunk the fucking club real hard
We going to crunk them stupid bitches real hard
We're about to blow that fucking club right now
You know how we do it you know how we getting down
From the Eastern Europe to the dirty dirty south
Words are loaded bullets flying out the dirty mouth
Yeah I'm always staying sharp
Always on the grind
Kicking with the same chick that you saw me last time
Pouring up my cup damn let's get it crunk
I'm on watermelon sugar so I'm bout to blow the club
Oh yeah bring it back
Pushing to the max
Can you feel the pressure
Yeah we snapping on the track
Snapping on the track
Smocking like an ounce
That don't dance no more but
But I bet We make a bounce bounce
Bet I make them bounce
Watch them dropping low
Certified shine you can call me Curtis Blow
Yeah without the doubt
Serving up the hits
Blowing up the club every time we get it lit
Every time we get it lit
Blow that club up
Blow that club up
Blow that club up
Blow that club up
Blow that streets up
Blow that streets up
Blow that streets up
Blow that streets up
Credits
Writer(s): Terry Suggs
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