I'm In The Room (feat.Mugzi)

(He's been hot for DecadeZ)

We show up, you know?

We in the parking lot, we already fucked up

Nigga off all kinds of liquor and shit

All kind of motherfuckin' drink, fuck it

Northern California, that's where I reside

My favorite weapon of choice is an MP5

A lot of my guys done passed, a lot of 'em still alive

Some by lethal injection, some of 'em sentenced to life

I went from pushin' leaves to pushin' pies and ki's

Got the game from veterans when I was a rookie

She over dancin' like she wanna fuck, I'm the in function tore up

Red Bull and Jägermeister in my motherfuckin' cup

Backin' it up like a garbage truck, that ass lookin' lovely

Lookin' back at me like, "Come get this monkey"

She say she like it rough, but I don't handcuff

She always come back 'cause she can't get enough

I'm in the room (Bitch)

The center of all attention (Uh-huh)

I step up in that motherfucker, mane

They look at me (Yup), I look at 'em back, I say "Hello, hello, hello"

I'm in the room

In the room, mane (Huh), you understand? The function (Uh-huh)

The facility (Yeah), the building (Okay), the party (Yeah), the club

I'm in the room (Bitch)

Zip, zip, I turn into somethin' (Somethin')

Get off that track and clean out your pumpkin (Pumpkin)

It's on sight, boy, no time for duckin' (Uh-uh)

You scary-ass snitches can't do no thumpin' (Ayy, ayy)

I get on that wig (What?)

Get on that wig like a gorilla to a chimp

Ayy, lights, camera, action (Yeah)

Flash on that ass like camera, action (Action)

Boss up on that ass, go get 'em (Go get 'em)

All I hear is "Silverback, sick 'em" (Sick 'em)

Am I wrong for hittin' your chick? (What?)

Or am I right for hittin' your bitch?

I'm in the room

Game recognize game, security let us in

They take us to our tables, we bossin', you understand?

Bitches lovin' us, you know what I mean?

We standin' on the couch, we showin' out

I'm in the room

You know, they come with them big ol' tall ass Grey Goose NBA bottles

With the Fourth of July sparkler, and talking about "the champ is here"

I'm in the room (Here)

The champ is here

Don't get your girlfriend or your boyfriend stamped in here

Uh, my heart pumps faith

Your heart pump fear, I can see it in your face

Uh, Vallejo boy, Magazine Street

I don't count sheep, I count money when I sleep

Before I fuck that ho, I'll beat my meat

My little homie told me that her pussy hella stink

I'm cold like freon, I glow like neon

I'm far from a peon, get high like Cleon

Gettin' dusty in the wind like a motherfucker

Sprite and Robitussin in my cup holder

I'm in the room (Bitch)

They woke, they understand, they know, they recognize fixture

We standin' over the rail, we holler

We spittin' LRPs at some of them batches, you know?

I'm in the room

I got my young Thundercats, they in the audience, they just lurkin' around

My security don't even know they with me, though

They my young niggas, though, look at 'em

I'm in the room (I'm in the room)

I'm in the room

I'm in the room

I'm in the room