one time if you ain't scared say what's up! In this club In this club They can keep watchin' I ain't stoppin', baby I don't get up! In this club In this
't be shy gon let yo boy get in So you can tell all yo friends you was on the remix like (Chorus) In this club In this club Ladies can I put this love
for the skeezin' Ain't no other reason And a season don't go by that niggaz don't show off And break some laws so they can take some drawers home Or
can trust Either roll with the rush or get rushed 'Cause all we got iz us These evil streets iz rough Ain't no one we can trust Either roll with the rush or get
plan You can get away if you choose Confess it, you?ve nothing to lose And I can show you where it?s found You?re living too close to the ground Rush
will I say? Even children probably don't give a fuck If you are naughty or nice at night, sacrifice, good bye, lights out Can you feel me? Can you hear
got some blood on my hands Because everyone's shouting at me I can't speak French, so I couldn't explain And like a fool, I started running away Murders
the conquering lion of the Tribe of Judah Don't let 'em fool ya, before this, the foolish get rushed So don't slip, you never knew us I, I am the Messenjah
, tell me why can't this be love? Baby, why can't this be love? Got to know why can't this be love? I wanna know why can't this be love?
shoot We're sendin out the hostages, all except five and if you don't meet our demands, they won't stay alive We want a copter, so we can get away clean
we were moonshine rushing down the throat of a giraffe yes, rushing down the long hallway despite what the p.a. announcement says yes, rushing down
, the more drinks they buyin' us Tryin' to get me off my grind, but it won't work 'Cause I can drink a fifth of gin and it don't hurt I'm still breakin
't it a laugh? Ain't it a treat? Hob-nobbin' here Among the elite? Here comes a prince There goes a Jew. This one's a queer But what can you do? Paris
circles I move in are humbler by far. Go away, Thenardier! Do you think I don't know who you are? MME. THENARDIER He's not fooled. Told you so. Show
won't go away You can run religion on a football chant Or the other way around if that's what you want You can get anyone crawling through shit Skivvying their lives away
their own original style I love big boned brauds down home cooking I love to retaliate on the blind side when the bitch ain?t looking I see a lot of wannabes but I can't
got some blood on my hands Because everyone's shouting at me I can't speak French so I couldn't explain And like a fool I started running away Murders
Well, now, take down your fishin' pole and meet me at The Fishin' Hole, We may not get a bite all day, but don't you rush away. What a great place