Posted Lyrics - Golden Grain - Disturbing Tha Peace

[Shawnna talking] 

Posted... aah... mo'fucca... 

Posted... ah-ah... mo'fucca... 

Posted... haah... mo'fucca... 

Posted... c'mon... yo... 

[Verse 1] 

I ain't dat bitch dat'll be in the club 

With niggaz actin' like itz sweet in the club 

I'll bust a mo'fucca meat in the club 

And bitchez steppin' on my feet in the club 

Tryina see who they can freak in the club 

A mo'fucca wanna speak in the club 

Like a mo'fucca really know me in the club 

Got my fitted on, chiefin' on leaf in the club 

Look around, gotta see who want pee in the club 

See them lame niggaz sippin' Don P in the club 

When you smellin' 'gnac, matterfact, we in the club 

White tee's and them Air Force, deep in the club 

Throwin' up a sign, nigga wha, street in the club 

Make yo head nod 'cause my joint beat in the club 

For them niggaz that'd spend they whole week in the club 

And the bitchez dat be drunk and wanna beef in the club 

And them hataz that'll see they blood leak in the club 

You can't breathe in the club 

It's called... 

[Chorus] 

Posted... 

Post in the back, post in the front 

Posted up outside, smokin' a blunt 

Post in the window, blowin' tha indo 

Post with my kinfolk 

Post in the cut 

Post in the back, post in the front 

Posted up outside, smokin' a blunt 

Post in the window, blowin' tha indo 

Post with my kinfolk 

Post in the cut 

[Verse 2] 

Yo... this nigga said this sound like some ole' N.O.R.E. shit 

Yea, I'm fuckin' wit that N.O.R.E. shit 

I'll be dat bitch in the drop-top, aqua-blue, gourmet ??? 

E'rry nigga finna swore they here 

We on the block and I'm *Grindin'* Jack 

With a 50-pack and some 20's 

Helicopters on dem hot Bentley's 

Ain't got no time for these bitchez 'cause it's over now 

You ain't leavin' out in stitchez 'cause I'm sober now 

Hittin' Hot 97 with a hundred thou' 

Bring yo main bitch up in it, I'ma run her style 

Yea I'm cocky, thinkin' I plan, well bitch watch me 

Post in the game, my niggaz on bricks got me 

Put it on my kids, I did it for years, mami 

Send it to my nig'z who doin' they biz, papi 

Mo'fucca betta recognize some shit 

'cause god damn, Def Jam shouldn'ta signed a bitch 

That's why I'm.... 

Repeat Chorus 

[Verse 3] 

When I'm posted in the hood, I'ma bang my shit 

Only real mo'fuccaz get to hang in the brickz 

This fo' ???? 

All my thug mo'fuccas keepin' weight on dem Kedz 

It's called posted, nigga betta act like you know the gutter 

Posted, niggaz see the Ac and the peanut butter 

Posted, hoody with the black bandanna under 

Posted, lookin' through the back for the undercover 

Posted, even when I'm flippin' the spots 

See the cops on the next block, checkin' my watch 

Coupla shortiez in the parkin' lot, holdin' them rocks 

It's a hood thang nigga, gettin' blown to drop 

We all posted, keep it true, neva forget it 

Nigga, post up, show them mo'fuccaz the bizness 

I'ma post with my niggaz sippin' Remy and Guiness 

All my real mo'fuccaz in the game gone feel this 

It's called... 

Repeat Chorus 2X