Artist: Slaughterhouse Album: Welcome To: Our House Song: Park it Sideways Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Royce] You know we 'bout that club life, thug life Got this bitch bumpin... Pocket full of money (and we rollin) Pocket full of money (and we rollin) P-p-p-pocket full of money You know we 'bout that club life, thug life Got this bitch bumpin like a bug bite, club life Pocket full of money (and we rollin) Pocket full of money (and we rollin) P-p-p-pocket full of money (yeah) [Royce Da 5'9"] Y'all niggaz fake as fuck Lipstick on my collar, I couldn't make this up I live in a real estate like it's housin Life is grand, like a thousand Thoughtless countin, my bitch is a walkin fountain I talk to bosses, you talk to bouncers Every bad bitch you see in here is comin with us So I suggest you.. [Joe Budden] .. you get off of her officer, get rid of them cuffs So many bitches 'round I don't know what to do with 'em Head ain't even fun no more unless it's two of 'em To tell the truth I think beatin it is easy So when I say I'm poppin models y'all got reasons to believe me Keepin it +Breezy+, just me and my Weekend CD Wanna fly in for the weekend and see me Can tell I beatin it beastly cause look at how weakened her knees be But the dome's trash, and she fuck me fast Now she on stand-by, blame the buddy pass (haha) [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"] You know we 'bout that club life, thug life Got this bitch bumpin like a bug bite, club life Pocket full of money (and we rollin) P-p-p-pocket full of money (and we rollin) P-pocket full of money Park that motherfucker sideways Park that motherfucker sideways (and we rollin) Park that motherfucker sideways To let these niggaz know you rollin in some motherfuckin SHIT! [Crooked I] Like A.I., I cross over when I'm near a +Mike+ I stay fly, even though I got a fear of heights I aim steady, when I'm gunnin with one of them nines And you ain't ready, for a hustler who huggin his grind My chain heavy, so heavy the medallion broke the main levee Now that muh'fucker is flooded with diamonds Like a broke nigga, I ain't got nothin to lose But I'm rich in the club, the couch is under my shoes [Joell Ortiz] Yeah, and shorty mouth is under my ooh I can't say that; radio don't play that I'm so cool, the sun gotta hate that But it can never blind me, nah, where my Ray's at? Yeah boy, this is payback Y'all was hatin back in May so I said "Hey" and bought a Maybach The roof gone, so I park it where the shade at Leave it sideways and spin the +Wheel+, no Sajak [Chorus] [Outro: Royce] Got this bitch bumpin Pocket full of money Pocket full of money P-p-p-pocket full of money You know we 'bout that club life, thug life Got this bitch bumpin like a bug bite, club life Pocket full of money Pocket full of money P-p-p-pocket full of money You know we 'bout that club life