club ringer yea all up in tha booth spitin tha hard truth none u rappers got shit on me dude i get flowing and words get rude then i switch up mood take ur bitch back home and fuck her too we in tha club ballin all night shit that how we do u can't even see us homie we out of sight u cant hold us down we still breakin down pound s richer bye tha minute thats how we hold it down. we dont clown around dont fuck wit us we put u in tha ground