after the club I'm lost without (her) I'm lost without (her) I'm lost without no1s seen her after the club Hey! After the club after the club I'm lost
S. music scene there was big changes made Due to circumstances beyond our control, such as payola The rock 'n' roll scene died after two years of solid rock
I'm Bone, Bone We steppin' inside the party, Marti Grati Now get me a shot of Bacardi, let it get up in my body Make my body, body rock, rock, I'm known
John Smoltz Makin' money make the world go round When it stack up it'll make a nigga girl go down, clown Patron and Grey Goose'll get the bitch loose And after
now Aiyyo, we gettin' ready to take over Freddie, you grab the mic, I'ma grab the turntables We gon' rock this joint, baby If you got up in the club
As you know, we are now in the strip club in Magic City Ohh, somebody's beeper goin' Yo, oh, hey, hey, hey, hold on Yeah, that's the one by me, yo, yeah
yo, Mad Duke, rock rock on and Curtis Mayfield, rock rock on and Grover Washington, rock rock on and My Aunt Hazel, rock rock on and Big L, rock rock
hustlas collect rocks and straight rolls Welcome home motherfuckers you're back again Into the den of inequity the life of sin Where after the after
, dipped to H classes Ice project off lights, chick flashes Blind your broke asses, even got rocks in big mustaches Rock top fashions Ain't shit changed, except the number after
Houston Rocket Roll around town with some dank in my pocket Grandma say, "Ronnie Ray, you need to stop it" Punk bootleggers man they fuckin' off my profit Dip up in the club
, hold my drink bitch [2x] When I was dancing in tha club, wasn't no bitches fuckin with me, Now I rock the mike, I'm tha baddest in every city These
[1st verse] I've been around the world And I yi yi Don't know why people What? Why people go to the strip club To spend their dough Just to see butt
got a hundred metronomes just waiting to go sync So take ya pick but not the axe or the shovel After hours I make beds rock like Barney Rubble It's kinda
in the country club scene And they'd rather you passed them by. Passed them by. And they'd rather you passed them by. So you've fled to the city
I'm cruising not for a bruising but I'll break up Anything that's broiling like an LA Laker So I rocks the West Coast as well as the city, yo I got
'mon) It's your boy Guerilla B-L-A-C-K. MAGIC CITY. Clappin' in the building. MAGIC CITY. MAGIC CITY. Comin' real soon. MAGIC CITY [laughing] West Coast
