Can I be your doctor I know you like that ma [Chorus:] Baby girl it time for a new start Your suffering with a broken heart I can be your doctor [x4
dance on into the night Down at the club (down at the club) Whoa, everything is out of sight (Down at the club) down at the club We're gonna say that
hurt? Did you say that she?s a flimflam flirt? Are you saying that some Double-dealing doll went and did you dirt? Well, bub, welcome, welcome, welcome to the club
Side by side we've stuck through thick and thin. Never turned our backs upon our friends. There's been times we've had to hold our ground. I WILL NEVER
poke on I do my own thing, I make big moves I ride big wheels, I fill big shoes This my club song This this my club song so put your hands up like what
She left him a note on the dining room table She finally had the last word the day that she went away She left him a note She hated confrontation It
I am the king of everything And I do as I please I walk on clouds before the crowds And bring them to their knees A child of Heaven and of Earth The
your city faded off the brown, Nino She insists she got more class, we know Swimming in the money come and find me, Nemo If I was at the club you know
you too far, get you too far Were together now we haven't seen each other in days I'm on the road trying to make my way okay! Cause going at the clubs
a dungeon dragon Still king of the flow, while my mink be draggin' I said I'm sick with the flow, stick a dick in ya hoe Make them shut down the club
the scissors and shit and cut the crap I shouldn't have to rhyme these words in a rhythm for you to know it's a rap You said you was the king, you lied
overhead light And by the time they landed Sure enough it was more than lust but less then love There were full-fledged members of the 'You know what club
ain't no ounce My life filled with drug busts and shoot outs Pure ghetto anger, pure ghetto anger Pure ghetto anger, I'm addicted to danger Some nights I crash clubs
rappers Were treatin me like suckers, fuck 'em 'Cuz y'all are players, to run DMC who kept rap alive When rap was about to take a dive You know what I'm sayin'? You are the kings
locked up with no choice, left in the bowels of devil With no voice, my phones are tapped, my crib is bugged My car is tailed from club to club and
'em, drop they juggler Son's luckier, put your money up and stumbler Swash Buckler, Club King, pull the gun to her Raise her birthday, cut yo' - Son
outta here Seems like the police is outside, man (Yo Ice, man, they got King Tee, Aladdin and Islam) What, the police, man? I knew somethin had happened I was wonderin why King
America hates because the media loves me I'm so charged up they can't even unplug me S-stop Pratt, I'm back They don't hear me in da clubs This is ring
