Digital Underground — Lettuce In The Club

[Money B] Uh-huh, uh-huh, Absolut in the house [Verse 1: Money B] Now, I’m a start it off first by pouring a drink It’s your boy Money-B, yeah, I’m fucking with Binc We getting high, all fly chicks trying to be down Vacate bitch like a watery clown (Now, I’m a--) Smoke in your face, got a gun on my waist I got my dick in my hand, bitch, come get a taste Give it a few laps like you’re running a race Bite, you get slapped, yeah, I come from a place Run with a young ape, put a hoe on the track And most joints just be silver and black Where they sharp as a tack, if you’re dummy it’s better If you see one of these shoe players, you’ll finally gеt better (Now, I’m a--) Recognisе, step to the left Come with that weak shit, I’m a choke you to death I drink, Binc hit the weed to choke you death When I fuck you from behind I’m a choke you to death! [Chorus: Shock G] Let us in the club! [Chorus: Money B] We gon’ get in and you know we need it T-shirts and jeans and no collars needed [Chorus: Shock G] Money B and Binc! [Chorus: Money B] Got the rubbers in the club, we choosing We going dumb and we getting stupid [Chorus: Shock G] Let us in the club! [Chorus: Money B] We gon’ get it and you know we need it T-shirts and jeans and no collars needed [Chorus: Shock G] Money B and Binc! [Chorus: Money B] Got whoever’s in the club we choosing We going dumb and we getting stupid [Verse 2: Binc] Ayyy! I hand it to you and you hand it back I don’t give a fuck bitch if it’s Mickey’s or Yac It’s the Bay OG and Binc on the attack He’s sipping vodka and I’m a be sipping Jack I’m taking evasive action on the hate I gotta spit on this track, got things to say I’m drunk, and I wanna split with you It’s Binc so hurry and tell me what it do Girl, what the fuck you talking ‘bout you ain’t a ho You know what’s up so get your keys and shit, it’s time to go I do my thing from Brentwood to Buffalo I fuck bad hoes, you cupcake and cuddle those I got umbrellas, you with your coat, you wiping puddles up I knock the fattest bitch in the club so I can bubble up [Money B] It’s Money B and Binc [Chorus: Shock G] Let us in the club! [Chorus: Money B] We gon’ get in and you know we need it T-shirts and jeans and no collars needed [Chorus: Shock G] Money B and Binc! [Chorus: Money B] Got the rubbers in the club, we choosing We going dumb and we getting stupid [Chorus: Shock G] Let us in the club! [Chorus: Money B] We gon’ get it and you know we need it T-shirts and jeans and no collars needed [Chorus: Shock G] Money B and Binc! [Chorus: Money B] Got whoever’s in the club we choosing We going dumb and we getting stupid [Money B] B-I-N-C, that B-I-N-C, that’s Binc That’s northern California, Money B Binc-ky, young Binc Big dick playing all you dumb ass hoes Yo, where the crib at, we do it like dat! Ayyy! Now, I’m a--! Haha! Haha