Elks

[Intro]
I had to get the feel, though
Uh
Felt this shit in my soul for real

[Verse]
Around the corner from the P's where we parlayed
All my niggas suited for the party at the place between The Pelt and Maple Parkway
Instant Messenger on aim, how we use to tell bitches
To tell bitches tonight we in the Elks with it
A party hall where dudes from every hood would come to flex in
You knew the bouncer, then he let you in there with your weapon
Fights and shootouts usually how the night was ended
A death trap because our only exit was the entrance
Still I'm in an attendance
Like I ain't got no sense
It was the thrill, plus I had a thing for them ghetto project bitches
Spanish broads with red hair, that was my type or
Brown skinned joints with black hair and the highlights
They was all going
So me, Flu, Breeze, Reem, T was all rolling
Six different liquors in our cups, we all poured it
Already prepared
No need to pick up Shae Butta, that nigga's already there, yeah
Breeze had the Corolla
Flu had the Cutless
We treated them like they were Bentleys and the hoes loved it
Knew it's us by the Geno Green three X Tee's
Lil Wayne blasting out the speakers, that was GSP
Summer time shootouts at The Elks, nigga
Where your attire acquired the iron right by your belt, nigga
Had to be there to feel the way we felt, nigga
Summertime shootouts at The Elks
Swerving Forest Avenue, we so drunk
By the grace of God, ain't no cops pull us over
Especially with the police station right around the corner
Man, in that moment, felt like nobody controlled us
Other niggas from other hoods, but this is our trenches
Some get-fly niggas mixed with live wire niggas
Ask to come inside by a couple thot bitches
No need to get into drama, we parking lot pimpin'
Yeah, posted up
Shae Butta 'round the corner throwing up
Leaned over over the cars, my niggas over drunk
Few chicks approached us, but
They aight now, but I know they gonna look hideous once we sober up
Fuck it, after this we up at IHOP
Fanangle hoes, then we back to Breeze and T-Time's spot
But them plans of ours done got cock blocked
Some stupid nigga let off five shots
Damn

[Outro]
Yo, and the party just started getting jumping, dog, like
It was crazy
All we heard was, "Boom-boom, boom-boom-boom"
We started runnin' to the car and shit
And got in the car and whatever
Everybody else jumped in they car
Breeze be in our joint
And some girls popped a head up in the back of the car
Be like, oh shit
Like some random chick we ain't know
And the rest of the story is to be continued