I don't dance, I don't jump, I don't front
I do the [bad word] what I want

[Verse 1: Pressure]
Pressure tired as [bad word] lining up
It's getting old, its cold and half the night is up
And you wonder why fights [bad word]  wisen up
Mr. Door [bad word] let me inside the club
With his gelled hair, tight pants, silky shirt, man [bad word] 
Let me in soon or I'mma [bad word] in your hand bag
What's he gonna do if he gets bashed in the streets
He ain't a bouncer he's just the fasion police
You know whats tragic a girl stops traffic
You let her in stop a bloke, thats a [bad word] block [bad word] 
Get a sweater for my dress code
Would you suggest go matching in sweaters with my best bro's
An entry pass, give me entry fast
Before your [bad word] acquainted with an empty glass
Clubs and bad [bad word] are one and the same
After I talk my way in I'm [bad word] again

 [bad word] 
I don't dance when the DJ sweats me
I don't jump when the MC begs me
I don't front and there is no cop
I do the [bad word] what I want

[Verse 2: Trials]
Mr. Trials, [bad word] in a club with a nice shirt
Try'na find a honey with some money and a nice purse
I'm on a bender and broke won't stop us
So I hobble to a rich [bad word] as think as their wallet
Promised the world to this girl that I'd get her heart racing
Sip into sick pints and I'm always sayin' same [bad word] 
I need a drink like Mick Jagger needs a hit
I need a drink like Angelina needs to leave her lips
I'm at my peace when I'm [bad word]  if I get a drink
Tell a chick whatever I got tell her to make her my bank teller
I'm a rank feller in need of Jesus Juice, Jesus Christ would I need to do
Stop the whole girl flattery thing
People buy it better when you walk around with charity tins
Now say I'm [bad word] from birth, find a girl with purse that buldge and drink
and problem solved

 [bad word] 

[Verse 3: Hons]
Hons the last dude that want to check your tracks
For real what you think I'm about to press it up on ear wax
I doubt that thats one thing I hate about cats spitting in ya ear like
its ness in '58
I wanna tell em' get [bad word] I came hear to get [bad word] 
and throw game like bad losers [bad word] out of luck
But yet I'm stuck feeling awkward with some cats spittin flavour
in my ear like Craig Mac was in my Walkman
I'd rather [bad word] talk and at least I'd get a word in
and not some rappers dinner all floating in my bourban
And when he's spittin I ain't even listening
I came to see the live set not a pop star audition
And I couldn't really care about the [bad word] you write
and if I want my ear chewed then I'd go turn to turn with Tyson
And if your offended I ain't try'na be harsh
I'll hear your [bad word] when it drops so leave me at the [bad word] bar

 [bad word] 

[Verse 4: Suffa]
Suffa standing at the bar cos I wanna shout, a round
Getting ignored so I had to pull my wallet out
I'm down with the fact that you wanna get some play bro
But you've been serving chicks while I've been standing here like "ey yo"
Don't take all day bro, stop that weak [bad word] 
That girl dont want you, that [bad word] wants a free drink
Now I'm getting [bad word] out this cat would've bought the bitter out
If I was a broad and walked in with my [bad word] out
Ohh this bar tender thinks he can get these girls tipsy
In hopes of a wristy
On the real son, try make me feel dumb
If I can't buy a [bad word] drink I'mma steal one
and spit liquor on the bar to set it on fire
Half price drinks is what it said on the flyer
But I can't even get served man, yeah thats chill
Ignore me all night I'mma rip off ya till

 [bad word] 

[Verse 5: Sesta]
Unlce Sesta rolling up already half cut
Bouncer still mad as a mother [bad word] from last month
I've done [bad word] up tequila, lethal
Have me stealin and