Jump Clean

[Hook - 2X] We jump clean (then what), hit the do' (then what) Pick a hoe (then what), hit the flo' you already know (what's that) who are y'all, (what's that) we superstars (where you at), we at the bar (what you do) [Killa Kyleon] Hitting the streets, for the late night hype Never was an early cat, cause I'm the late night type Dro twist, a six and a Sprite makes the late night right Tuesday, this X got me on a late night flight Body rocking by the bar, like I'm losing my mind Before I walk outside the do', you know I'm choosing a dime Wednesdays and Thursdays, I move her around I'm checking telephone lines, the grind consuming my time Fridays it's five, I'm flipping like taxes Hopping off of the mattress, I'm headed to Max's I'ma smoke a few batches, then I play in the club Hopping out valeting the dub, I stay in the club It's a baller coming through, make way in the club I pop so many bottles, I made a display in the club Get too drunk and out of line, you'll lay in the club Now that's just another typical, Saturday in the club [Hook - 2X] [Big Pokey] It's 1:52, penetrating the club lot With the roof pushed back, Mack in the glove box I still push crack, I got a stack in the glove box When the club close, I'm headed back to my dugout Say roll the rug out, I'm approaching the doorway Everything gotta move, open the doorway It's some niggas act a fool, then I'm soaking the doorway You can call me a freak, I'ma show you some fo' play I'm posted at the bar, I'm letting the snow play Got doja in the 'gar, X in the OJ If your hoe ain't buck wild, being switch your chick If the club ain't crunk y'all, being switching mix If your rims in it's teens then, switch your kicks up I'm sitting on shag shoes, in a Esco' pick-up I'ma bust my wig open, if I mix this six up Now out your hands in the air, like this is a stick up [Hook - 2X] [Chris Ward] It's me again, Chris Ward the Mobstyle phenomenon Hip-Hop James Bond, never ever barring none I'm one of the ones, that got smashing flow Stay dressed fresh, like I'm in a fashion show Oh you know, I get gangsta with it Throw on my new but old J's, with the ancient fitted Stay easy breezy, you can let this gangsta hit it Tell em, this young gangsta did it See how we came in, we changed the game bend So icy, we made the sky rain Gin You probably say, that we some insane men By the way, is that "Menage Tois" they playing again Ooh-wee, see me I just came to have fun If we can't have fun, y'all can't have none So let's get this, loud and clear If you feeling like me, get rowdy in here [Hook - 4X] (*talking*) What's that I smell in here Smell like somebody in here, must Hold on now, who what's going Hey-hey uh-uh, no uh-uh hell no What's going on in here, oh this ain't no what No whore house, I want y'all to get out and do what Get the hell out my house, y'all can't do that in here I don't want it in here, I want y'all to take them sheets And do what with em, throw 'em away They ain't no good to me no mo' Y'all done came in here, and messed up my house Now, Big Pookey or whatever your name is I don't care you get out if here, you hear So tear that what, that bullshit up in here And you and you, take that little old wanks' And you tell her, tell her I say I don't want her back in my house And you tell her I say, tell her daddy she's a what a little ol' hoe