JAMIE KENNEDY & STU STONE - Rush The Club lyrics

It was a hot club night, quarter to 10. I'm in the car bumpin Juice n' Gin.

Monday morning, got to work again, just trying to unwind with a couple of friends.

Bouncer got me feeling like a jerk again, I tell him that he'll never work again.

You can find me outside of the club, in the back of the line, I'm with the scrubs in a bit of a bind.

Roll out with sidekicks, roll it down to Jay, invite him out, tell him that he don't got to pay.

I got a lot of hot girls (mmh) they wanna play, did I mention that you don't got to pay?

Bottles and bottles from days on days, am I making my self clear, you don't got to pay!

Okay, shut up, I'm on my way

We can find ourselves a couple of gold diggers, like Kanye!

Rush that shit, we all getting in man!

Rush that shit, every last one of my friends man!

Rush that shit...

No more getting the snuff, cause tonight I'm rushin the club!

So I'm on a movie set, just wrapped for the day,

This kid keep yellin that I don't gotta pay.

So I walk through the front as I usually do,

No crew, just me and my homeboy Stu.

Sevens the second I got my shots

And I just got a deal so I don't give a fuck.

I walk through the line, yeah a few people know me

I'm J.K. bitch, this waitin' shit bores me!

I'll break from the V.I.P,

I bought you a drink , fuck that, you owe me.

Anyways me and Stu is chipped up,

Got our 'Members Only' jackets all zipped up.

Walk to the guy that's got the juice

Say Yeah we blowin' up, and we're tryin to come through.

I don't know you, and you don't pay me,

Nobody's like you harass me daily.

Yo who's that coming through?

Is that Kardy in the range?

You know I think this parties bout to change!

Ay yo, we get out the 10 whips, 30 d's, 50 chains,

They don't let us in, we tare down the frames.

Cause we came out to get in, V.I.P.

Smash the bouncers in the neck, if they try to disrespect.

As we walk by the line, girls lookin real quick,

Try to see if theres someone that they can get in with,

As we getting close, we moving to the front door,

It's like we brought our own club, bout a hundred or more.

Get past the bouncers, and who do I see?

My n**** Stu Stone, and his n**** Jamie Kennedy!

Yo what up big boy? (

They frontin me dog! (Oh n****, no way.)

You to Stu? (yah know!)

Shit I got you, just stand behind me, so nobody talk to you.

I talked to me home boy, and then real quick

We kicked in the front door, and rushed that shit

(Repeatedly...)

No more getting the snuff... I'm rushin the club, I'm rushin the club...