Lyrics:

[Chorus, Mannie Fresh x1] This how we do it, where I'm from Thuggin in the club until I see the sun Shi-ine, on my face, got the gun on my waist Walkin to my escalade, tellin boys im not afraid, to let the iron sing out, let the ring out. [Mannie Fresh] Got one more minute, hold that call 2 Drunk players leanin on tha wall 3 crazy dudes screamin alcohol 4 More youngins claimin that they ball 5 Bartenders and they all want leave 6 ugly chicks with some hooked up weaves 7 Other niggaz and they all look rough 8 thugs hollerin y'all don't want it with us 9 broads runnin off at the mouth 10 broads tryin to hear what they talkin bout 11 cute shorties that will hold that club 12 wannabe, gonna be, nuthin but scrubs 13 fights, sticks, bottles and pipes 14 police reading people they rights 15 minutes on interstate-10 at the strip club, we gon' do it again [chorus, Mannie Fresh X2] [Baby] Comin thru my hood on spinnin blades mommy know my name, homey know I don't play hop out the whip and we deal in the shade cuz I gotta get straight, got an ounce of that grey early birds dont play, makin drops at the spots we stuggle but we hustle, man we hustle round the clock goin to the club where the bottles gon pop we VIP homey, so them hoes gon jock ay, ay back on them 23s, Escalade all green, Cadillac lean, who that be nigga? (Hello) oh, you know it be Baby, he going to the club in somethin updated Porsche trucks, Infinity graded gotta give props to the man that made me Red Gold, I start it went crazy Afford to stunt, niggaz, stay in y'all places [chorus, Mannie Fresh X1] [Mannie Fresh] Picture me and yo misses, lit up like Chris