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[Verse 1 - Suffa] ...It's mad hot in the club But that's cool cause outside couldn't get any colder As soon as I walk in I feel a tap on my shoulder It's Mr. Annoying, he wants to talk and test my patience How the hell am I gonna get out of this conversation? Umm, I gotta go man, my girl's waiting at the car *Hey where you going?* I'm heading straight for the bar I walk past some guy who smells like he hasn't had a shower I make it to the front just in time for happy hour And Flak sits down and drinks til it looks like he might fall flat While me and Baz get down with chicks that think that they all that Candy for your thoughts, a dollar if you'll creep with me *Hang on I'll get my wallet* I got 100 if you'll sleep with me That chick was like Bardot, *Why's that?* Cause she's poison Oi Baz, we better chill, look at the size of her boyfriend It's Mr. Annoying, I bet he wants to talk again There's some chicks by the door and Dimes is, chicken hawking [Hook - Suffa] When I'm In the club I'll be singing Planet Rock When I'm In the club I'll be drinking slamming shots When I'm In the club you can find me at the bar I'll have the party people singing out sha-na-na When I'm At the bar I'm B-boying around When I'm At the bar come and give a pound When I'm At the bar you know I'm known to flow I'll have the girl's parents singing out no no no! [Verse 2 - Suffa] One man offers me a smoke, I grab it and take a drag Then he offers rocket fuel, out of a brown paper bag *It smells ill* Man I wouldn't drink, that if you boiled it The promoter's blacking out cause some kid's tagged the toilet Ohhh shit, here comes security *What u try to do to me?* Why pat me down and try to sweat me bro? Just get me off the ground and let me go We're all here to have a good time, that's why the kid's came I'm talking to some guy that can't remember his name I turn off, sit back and let the hip-hop relax me Some guy drops his drink and the whole crowd's yelling taxi Max checks the bartender's arse as she cleans up the glass We'll be drinking til closing, we'll be the last of the last To leave, some guy tugs on my sleave and starts quoting Hoods' rhymes Next he's on the decks, and he's cutting up good times Now the crowd erupts, feeling the vibe that we love But it's as loud as fuck, even from outside of the club *We're going* I was getting bored anyway Who cares, I hate clubs, give me a pub anyday [Hook - x2]