Back of the Club

HOOK While the self proclaimed players push and shove On the dancefloor crowded with the pigeons and scrubs You can find Big JUGZ in the back of the club Smokin' my bud gettin' shown nothing but love I walk past the bodyguards with the herb-in-my-boot No batty man bizness-straight like ya perm-at-the-roots Got no time for thuggin' out I'm concerned-with-the-loot Back when you were learnin'-to-shoot--I was murderin'-groups Now 18 year old gulls say "I heard-he-was-cute... And nasty as he wanna be...worse-than-Luke" ...Not a player--I'm the coach signin' short skirt-recruits While you in the bathroom tryin' to jerk-loose-some-juice I'm over-by-the-bar--smokin'-cigars Convincing broads with D-Cups to open-they-bras Seein' which one I can get alone-in-the-car Retreat around the back--and bone-under-the-stars But that's later...right now JUGZ is gettin'-wet Sippin' Hennessy X...checkin' the sillouettes Of available honeys with the potential for givin'-sex Ignorin' niggas-threats--rollin' funny cigarettes HOOK While ya'll stuck-on-the-line-in-the-front I'm in the back twisted--stuffin'-whole-dimes-in-a-blunt Stay puffin'-any-kind-that-you-want...politicing With them "all about cuttin"-hoes-grindin'-they-rumps Tellin' me my rhymes-is-crunk...gassin'-my-head They said they like the real cuz talkin' fashion-is-dead I'm fixated on they bodies--all that ass-and-them-legs Askin'-instead "How can I get ya ass-in-my-bed?" Got the ginseng drink for the task-that's-ahead If they man talk shit then I'm blastin'-the-lead I'm pass-the-edge...already had way-too-much-liquor Checkin' out a stallion comin' this way-who-much-thicker I yelled through the crowd "Hey hooooo!"-to-fukk-with-her She looked at me and said "You way-too-rough-Mister... (Who me?) What are you one of those thug-emcees? Even so you still the type I'd love-to-squeeze!" That was my cue--I knew shawt dug-the-steez I said "Now look look you bubbly but please don't tug-on-me! Here have a drink baby gull...puff-some-trees And let me palm the seat of ya dungarees..." HOOK Dudes be mean-muggin'-me...talking about They baby mama is some chick they just seen-huggin'-me What I look like? Jack Tripper? This ain't Three's-Company I got no time for that--I'd rather burn this green-shrubbery They whole team-scrubs-to-me...ridin'-the-pine Mad cuz half they broke crew still outside-in-the-line And it's been like this since I decided-to-rhyme Fortunately Smith&Wesson...provided-the-nine ....JUGZ keep more-protection-than-Trojenz Up in the VIP before-the-section-was-open Gettin' in gulls heads like Hannibal-Lector-probin' "One Nite Stands, Casual-Sex"-is-the-slogan Downing a couple-more-Jack-and-Cokes Chicks mad--I'm getting in trouble-for-crackin'-jokes See I don't give a damn-when-I'm-twisted Cuz whatever I say--I know my man-got-the-biscuit HOOK