More songs by D.C.4000
Description
Extended Family: Dinero Y El Poder
Composer: Blanco N' Nacio
Writer: CC
Lyrics and translation
Original
Thugs in the club and we feelin' hella hypey.
We in the club and we feelin' hella hypey. Thugs in the club and we feelin' hella hypey. Hypey. What?
Thugs in the club and we feelin' hella hypey.
This the shit, now I'm sick of love against my nine, gonna spit like these rhymes that I rip on the mic while you mime when I recite these rhymes that I write when I grind all night, no time to fight in the club. Walked outside, gettin' plugged like the bub from a West Side thug.
I'm a thug in the club and I'm feelin' hella hypey. Represent the West Coast in Air Jordan
Nikes.
Chungo got the best hoes ready to tie me to the bedpost then motherfuckin' fry me.
I don't give a shit, my game is so sick like a dirty old bitch takin' a bloody-ass shit. Don Chungo, leave me for dead, I'm the villain and I'm feelin' like
Paladin, killin' and clownin' any snake bitch. Better believe you ain't shit.
I ride around town pullin' bank licks, takin' dank hits.
Thugs in the club and we feelin' hella hypey. We in the club and we lookin' for your wifey.
Thugs in the club and we feelin' hella hypey. And we buzzed off a long island iced tea.
Thugs in the club and we feelin' hella hypey.
We in the club and we lookin' for your wifey. Thugs in the club and we feelin' hella hypey.
And we buzzed off a long island iced tea.
You can catch me on the dance floor where I'm told throw another one-four with the bitch gettin' low like she was suckin' my dick, uh-oh.
Better believe it's Chungo.
So in the West Coast where we smoke every day, triple gold four stars, a brand new blade.
Where we slide to, we the type of dudes to take your boo 'cause they're gonna fuckin' choose me and my dudes 'cause we the ones with big guns, R. I. P. Big Pun. Four for four believe like Chingy Bling say. It's Chungo
Lean from the big bad North, say SFK every single day.
Blood money's all I crave 'til the motherfuckin' grave.
I'm gonna count my cash while I'm slangin' pounds of grass. Watch a bitch bounce that ass then I pound the stash.
Thugs in the club and we feelin' hella hypey. We in the club and we lookin' for your wifey.
Thugs in the club and we feelin' hella hypey. And we buzzed off a long island iced tea.
Thugs in the club and we feelin' hella hypey.
We in the club and we lookin' for your wifey.
Thugs in the club and we feelin' hella hypey. And we buzzed off a long island iced tea. What's up, ho? It's Don
Chungolini from the V-I-double-L-E, come see me. Do you wanna ride with me?
Get high with me in the backseat of my brand new Caddy?
There's no type of way then give a shit about names in the game I'm rapin', paper chasin'.
I'm in it to win this race. Can't catch a case, too much money to make. Bitch better break herself,
I'm a motherfuckin' G. I need her wealth like I need some weed.
I'm in the VIP with a bitch off E. She like my gold teeth, I like her double D.
Told me gonna do it big at the club. I got business, bitch, it's a sticky green bud.
That'll take you there, no need to be scared. Lose your cares when I take you to my lair.
Thugs in the club and we feelin' hella hypey. We in the club and we lookin' for your wifey.
Thugs in the club and we feelin' hella hypey.
And we buzzed off a long island iced tea. Thugs in the club and we feelin' hella hypey.
We in the club and we lookin' for your wifey. Thugs in the club and we feelin' hella hypey.
And we buzzed off a long island iced tea. Thugs in the club, thugs in the club.
Yeah, we be out there clubbin'. Thugs in the club, thugs in the club. What's up, Chungolini?
What's up, baby? Thugs in the club, thugs in the club.
Yeah, we be out there clubbin'.
Thugs in the club, thugs in the club. What's up, Chungolini? What's up, baby?