[Chorus: Joe Budden]
You can find me in the club, hand on my snug
Ma I'm still on the block, I'm still into selling drugs
I'm into getting head, I ain't into making love
Na I don't want a hug, I just wanna get cut
You can find me in the club, hand on my snug
Ma I'm still on the block, I'm still into selling drugs
I'm into getting head, I ain't into making love
Na I don't want a hug, I just wanna get cut

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
When I roll to the club, know I keep a good mack for newbies
[?] hoopty
And dog I can say that, don't got a Maybach
I could buy a Maybach, or however it is you say that
See I could fool her with the bling and the car
Pop in a few mixtapes to make her think I'm a star
But na, you dealing with a [?] that's real
Get up outa here with that blocky ass [?]
She aproach me with her hair all did
[?] like I don't know what airbrush is
I'm confused, you came in the club with straight Prada
You ask for [?] that cost me $8
[?] can tell by the way you face us
[?]
Told her to cop the babyfat leather, her response was she ain't got children
Asked where I live, but she was too ancie
I'm in the townhouse, [?] family
I beg your parden
Thought I was talking about plans when I said I got seats at the garden
She's sprung, and she be taking XO right
Probably why she's talking about her ex all night
Look mommy, I just came to party
And I only came out to leave with somebody
[Chorus: Joe Budden]
You can find me in the club, hand on my snug
Ma I'm still on the block, I'm still into selling drugs
I'm into getting head, I ain't into making love
Na I don't want a hug, I just wanna get cut
You can find me in the club, hand on my snug
Ma I'm still on the block, I'm still into selling drugs
I'm into getting head, I ain't into making love
Na I don't want a hug, I just wanna get cut

[Verse 2: Paul Cain]
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Pocket full of shells for them [?]
Got a whip outside, and a lot on dubs
Cross Desert Storm, and Cain fill 'em with slugs
Fuck this rap shit, I spit and I smoke 'em
If there's beef of any kind, I'll probably aproach 'em
Cain carey guns bigger than most men
When I'm in the club, I don't have trouble getting a toast in
I got a whip but still I be toating
I wear a lot of blue in case them Blood n***as [?]
Paul stay up in the midst of comotion
I'm still in touch with the hood, living in a crib by the ocean
So if I sold out and went pop, I'm still with the hood
Still riding with the 4 cocked
The ryms still roll when the Benz stop
N***a all you see is the bracelet [?]
[Verse 3: Fabolous]
See I ain't one of them scrubs, no, I can't hit you and your friends up in the club
No, I can't let you hit my weed or sip my bub
So don't give me a hug unless you're tryna fuck
Ain't no telling what [?]
You and your man better calm down before I let this clip [?]
[?]
They looking for the kid so they can put their lips low on him
[?] my whips [?]
Cause they know who I fuckin be