Banned From Another Club Lyrics
| Song | Banned From Another Club |
| Artist | Noreaga |
| Album | God's Favorite |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Almonte, Burke, Joseph ... | |
| Thugged Out Militia- 2001 | |
| [Sho] | |
| Now put your cards on the motherfucking table and see whats, what | |
| Give life the dick hard she a slut | |
| That will make her feel it in her gut | |
| Then I move to my career | |
| So fuck your perspective, your thoughts get neglected | |
| Like Muggsy's shot and Marcus Camby rejection | |
| Hit the sixth row, pass the courtside section | |
| I know you clown niggaz must be kidding | |
| This lefrak commission, put a ending to your vision | |
| This rap shit turn five to sixth sense's | |
| I know your profile, I'm like a hood human census | |
| Major factor, nigga not a major actor | |
| Deal with major niggaz, fuck major bitches | |
| Who else but the sho god | |
| Open up the book, shit will never be closed | |
| Like a spell on the industry, and no one got the code | |
| But Al G.A.D.O and S.H.O we the mainstream where | |
| Ever we go y'all niggaz know | |
| [Chorus 1: Final Chapter] | |
| From the front to the back, stay packed, fall back | |
| It's a wrap, thugged out rule that | |
| I know you mad cause your girl on our back, she with us | |
| It's a wrap, thugged out rule that | |
| Don't want no problems, but if y'all want to clap, we got gats | |
| It's a wrap, thugged out rule that | |
| Everywhere we go we get tested at a show | |
| We let everybody know | |
| I'm let everyone know we shut it down (It's a wrap) | |
| [Chorus 2: Final Chapter] | |
| Banned from another club again... again | |
| But we'll get it popping outside my friend (you ain't gotta let us in) | |
| Banned from another club again... again | |
| But we'll get it popping outside my friend (you ain't gotta let us in) | |
| [Noreaga] | |
| Yo, papi and I'm banned from the Roxy | |
| Mad shootout's and more fights than Rocky | |
| I hold records N.O most connected | |
| My died arm strong, your pass intercepted | |
| Hoes meet me in the motel, with just a thong | |
| We goin' drink smirnoff, bitch, fuck the don | |
| You see my lucky charm, my niggaz is on | |
| and I'm a foul nigga bitch, I could fuck you moms | |
| You see I'm banned from the Tunnel, my niggaz is foul | |
| Body shit when I come through, like Martha wild | |
| and I would hate to have to, break your face bone | |
| For Greystones, have you looking like Grace Jones | |
| Hit niggaz up, machete's will split niggaz up | |
| Automatic's will blast, fifth niggaz up | |
| Al Gado, and Sho and this N-O | |
| and if them niggaz got beef, them niggaz will go | |
| [Chorus 1] | |
| [Al Gado] | |
| I'm the wrong person to love, easy to judge | |
| and I ain't perfect, I'll tell you now I hold a grudge | |
| Because we in the club, rolling thicker than fuzz | |
| The wee dark the same, play this rap like a match | |
| Just spark the game, and tear apart your fame | |
| Blow so much smoke clouds, shit it would start to rain | |
| an still flow lovely | |
| Get on stage and get gully | |
| I'm never fall off I got A, B C scully huh.. | |
| (Hate me or love me) that's your altermatum | |
| The devil price my soul, I still ain't pay him | |
| But usually they love me, walk in the club | |
| an make the crown look like they playing rugby | |
| Ripe show's on a fradulent stage | |
| No matter what y'all say, we living all of our days | |
| spit fire, no matter what the margin pays | |
| Y'all witnessing (Final Chapter) in their starving days | |
| show us love | |
| [Chorus 1] | |
| [Chorus 2] |
| zuo ci : Almonte, Burke, Joseph ... | |
| Thugged Out Militia 2001 | |
| Sho | |
| Now put your cards on the motherfucking table and see whats, what | |
| Give life the dick hard she a slut | |
| That will make her feel it in her gut | |
| Then I move to my career | |
| So fuck your perspective, your thoughts get neglected | |
| Like Muggsy' s shot and Marcus Camby rejection | |
| Hit the sixth row, pass the courtside section | |
| I know you clown niggaz must be kidding | |
| This lefrak commission, put a ending to your vision | |
| This rap shit turn five to sixth sense' s | |
| I know your profile, I' m like a hood human census | |
| Major factor, nigga not a major actor | |
| Deal with major niggaz, fuck major bitches | |
| Who else but the sho god | |
| Open up the book, shit will never be closed | |
| Like a spell on the industry, and no one got the code | |
| But Al G. A. D. O and S. H. O we the mainstream where | |
| Ever we go y' all niggaz know | |
| Chorus 1: Final Chapter | |
| From the front to the back, stay packed, fall back | |
| It' s a wrap, thugged out rule that | |
| I know you mad cause your girl on our back, she with us | |
| It' s a wrap, thugged out rule that | |
| Don' t want no problems, but if y' all want to clap, we got gats | |
| It' s a wrap, thugged out rule that | |
| Everywhere we go we get tested at a show | |
| We let everybody know | |
| I' m let everyone know we shut it down It' s a wrap | |
| Chorus 2: Final Chapter | |
| Banned from another club again... again | |
| But we' ll get it popping outside my friend you ain' t gotta let us in | |
| Banned from another club again... again | |
| But we' ll get it popping outside my friend you ain' t gotta let us in | |
| Noreaga | |
| Yo, papi and I' m banned from the Roxy | |
| Mad shootout' s and more fights than Rocky | |
| I hold records N. O most connected | |
| My died arm strong, your pass intercepted | |
| Hoes meet me in the motel, with just a thong | |
| We goin' drink smirnoff, bitch, fuck the don | |
| You see my lucky charm, my niggaz is on | |
| and I' m a foul nigga bitch, I could fuck you moms | |
| You see I' m banned from the Tunnel, my niggaz is foul | |
| Body shit when I come through, like Martha wild | |
| and I would hate to have to, break your face bone | |
| For Greystones, have you looking like Grace Jones | |
| Hit niggaz up, machete' s will split niggaz up | |
| Automatic' s will blast, fifth niggaz up | |
| Al Gado, and Sho and this NO | |
| and if them niggaz got beef, them niggaz will go | |
| Chorus 1 | |
| Al Gado | |
| I' m the wrong person to love, easy to judge | |
| and I ain' t perfect, I' ll tell you now I hold a grudge | |
| Because we in the club, rolling thicker than fuzz | |
| The wee dark the same, play this rap like a match | |
| Just spark the game, and tear apart your fame | |
| Blow so much smoke clouds, shit it would start to rain | |
| an still flow lovely | |
| Get on stage and get gully | |
| I' m never fall off I got A, B C scully huh.. | |
| Hate me or love me that' s your altermatum | |
| The devil price my soul, I still ain' t pay him | |
| But usually they love me, walk in the club | |
| an make the crown look like they playing rugby | |
| Ripe show' s on a fradulent stage | |
| No matter what y' all say, we living all of our days | |
| spit fire, no matter what the margin pays | |
| Y' all witnessing Final Chapter in their starving days | |
| show us love | |
| Chorus 1 | |
| Chorus 2 |
| zuò cí : Almonte, Burke, Joseph ... | |
| Thugged Out Militia 2001 | |
| Sho | |
| Now put your cards on the motherfucking table and see whats, what | |
| Give life the dick hard she a slut | |
| That will make her feel it in her gut | |
| Then I move to my career | |
| So fuck your perspective, your thoughts get neglected | |
| Like Muggsy' s shot and Marcus Camby rejection | |
| Hit the sixth row, pass the courtside section | |
| I know you clown niggaz must be kidding | |
| This lefrak commission, put a ending to your vision | |
| This rap shit turn five to sixth sense' s | |
| I know your profile, I' m like a hood human census | |
| Major factor, nigga not a major actor | |
| Deal with major niggaz, fuck major bitches | |
| Who else but the sho god | |
| Open up the book, shit will never be closed | |
| Like a spell on the industry, and no one got the code | |
| But Al G. A. D. O and S. H. O we the mainstream where | |
| Ever we go y' all niggaz know | |
| Chorus 1: Final Chapter | |
| From the front to the back, stay packed, fall back | |
| It' s a wrap, thugged out rule that | |
| I know you mad cause your girl on our back, she with us | |
| It' s a wrap, thugged out rule that | |
| Don' t want no problems, but if y' all want to clap, we got gats | |
| It' s a wrap, thugged out rule that | |
| Everywhere we go we get tested at a show | |
| We let everybody know | |
| I' m let everyone know we shut it down It' s a wrap | |
| Chorus 2: Final Chapter | |
| Banned from another club again... again | |
| But we' ll get it popping outside my friend you ain' t gotta let us in | |
| Banned from another club again... again | |
| But we' ll get it popping outside my friend you ain' t gotta let us in | |
| Noreaga | |
| Yo, papi and I' m banned from the Roxy | |
| Mad shootout' s and more fights than Rocky | |
| I hold records N. O most connected | |
| My died arm strong, your pass intercepted | |
| Hoes meet me in the motel, with just a thong | |
| We goin' drink smirnoff, bitch, fuck the don | |
| You see my lucky charm, my niggaz is on | |
| and I' m a foul nigga bitch, I could fuck you moms | |
| You see I' m banned from the Tunnel, my niggaz is foul | |
| Body shit when I come through, like Martha wild | |
| and I would hate to have to, break your face bone | |
| For Greystones, have you looking like Grace Jones | |
| Hit niggaz up, machete' s will split niggaz up | |
| Automatic' s will blast, fifth niggaz up | |
| Al Gado, and Sho and this NO | |
| and if them niggaz got beef, them niggaz will go | |
| Chorus 1 | |
| Al Gado | |
| I' m the wrong person to love, easy to judge | |
| and I ain' t perfect, I' ll tell you now I hold a grudge | |
| Because we in the club, rolling thicker than fuzz | |
| The wee dark the same, play this rap like a match | |
| Just spark the game, and tear apart your fame | |
| Blow so much smoke clouds, shit it would start to rain | |
| an still flow lovely | |
| Get on stage and get gully | |
| I' m never fall off I got A, B C scully huh.. | |
| Hate me or love me that' s your altermatum | |
| The devil price my soul, I still ain' t pay him | |
| But usually they love me, walk in the club | |
| an make the crown look like they playing rugby | |
| Ripe show' s on a fradulent stage | |
| No matter what y' all say, we living all of our days | |
| spit fire, no matter what the margin pays | |
| Y' all witnessing Final Chapter in their starving days | |
| show us love | |
| Chorus 1 | |
| Chorus 2 |
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