Lyrics Digital Underground

Digital Underground

Lettuce in the Club

Uh-huh, uh-huh, Absolut in the house

Now, I'm a start it off first by pouring a drink

It's your boy Money-B, yeah, I'm fucking with Binc

We getting high, all fly chicks trying to be down

Vacate bitch like a watery clown (Now, I'm a)

Smoke in your face, got a gun on my waist

I got my dick in my hand, bitch, come get a taste

Give it a few laps like you're running a race

Bite, you get slapped, yeah, I come from a place

Run with a young ape, put a hoe on the track

And most joints just be silver and black

Where they sharp as a tack, if you're dummy it's better

If you see one of these shoe players, you'll finally get better

(Now, I'm a) Recognise, step to the left

Come with that weak shit, I'm a choke you to death

I drink, Binc hit the weed to choke you death

When I fuck you from behind I'm a choke you to death!

Let us in the club!

We gon' get in and you know we need it

T-shirts and jeans and no collars needed

Money B and Binc!

Got the rubbers in the club, we choosing

We going dumb and we getting stupid

Let us in the club!

We gon' get it and you know we need it

T-shirts and jeans and no collars needed

Money B and Binc!

Got whoever's in the club we choosing

We going dumb and we getting stupid

Ayyy! I hand it to you and you hand it back

I don't give a fuck bitch if it's Mickey's or Yac

It's the Bay OG and Binc on the attack

He's sipping vodka and I'm a be sipping Jack

I'm taking evasive action on the hate

I gotta spit on this track, got things to say

I'm drunk, and I wanna split with you

It's Binc so hurry and tell me what it do

Girl, what the fuck you talking 'bout you ain't a ho

You know what's up so get your keys and shit, it's time to go

I do my thing from Brentwood to Buffalo

I fuck bad hoes, you cupcake and cuddle those

I got umbrellas, you with your coat, you wiping puddles up

I knock the fattest bitch in the club so I can bubble up

It's Money B and Binc

Let us in the club!

We gon' get in and you know we need it

T-shirts and jeans and no collars needed

Money B and Binc!

Got the rubbers in the club, we choosing

We going dumb and we getting stupid

Let us in the club!

We gon' get it and you know we need it

T-shirts and jeans and no collars needed

Money B and Binc!

Got whoever's in the club we choosing

We going dumb and we getting stupid

B-I-N-C, that B-I-N-C, that's Binc

That's northern California, Money B

Binc-ky, young Binc

Big dick playing all you dumb ass hoes

Yo, where the crib at, we do it like dat!

Ayyy! Now, I'm a! Haha! Haha