Day Ones - In Da Club lyrics

[Intro: Zachadelic] Oh sh**, this one's gonna go f**in' hard Like Landon, Alex is soft Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh sh** [Verse 1: Zachadelic] Gettin' all this money like I'm the hardest one out here Goin' so hard, I'm the hardest one out here Two chains on like I'm a real rapper Two chains on, I'm hotter than your momma This makes no sense, don't gotta though Get more money, call that dough Rackin' in them stacks, stack so high Stack so high, like my weed I am so high Yeah, you feelin' where I'm goin'? Yeah, you feelin' where I'm goin'? Goin' to the club, goin' to the club Hit you in the face with some golf clubs Hit you in the face with a pistol Got some nines on my waist, that's a pistol I'm signin' off this track with a whistle *whi-whew* Oh sh** I'm back, that was no dismissal Still shootin' people with my pistol Still goin' hard in the club Makin' it rain with some pub Drinkin' this beer, smellin' your ear That's my fetish, my favorite relish I don't know what that means cause I'm sippin' on this lean Rancher in my drink It's hard for me to think with my dink Hear that beat change up? Really really up? Changin' it up [Verse 2: Wright Reasons] Uh, all I wear is gucci and give your girl a smoochie s**in' on my dick cause you call that sh** splooshie Denver Broncos swag cause you know I'm not a f*g Vikings are gay and you have some lag f** my a** till I sh** out blood If you ain't a crip What the f** happened to the beat?