[Intro]
Keith Foster make it bang
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ayy, Members Only be the clique
Members Only, Members Only

[Verse 1: TankHead666]
Members Only be the clique, suck a dick, little bitch
Got money on my time and ain't no time for no bitch
Members Only be the clique, suck a dick, little bitch
Members Only be the clique, suck a dick, little bitch
And I know you bitches see us n***as shine in this shit
And the reason for that, 'cause we grindin' for this
Members Only be the clique, suck a dick, little bitch
Members Only be the clique, suck a dick, little bitch

[Verse 2: ratchet roach]
Members Only in this bitch, suck my dick, little bitch
Ratchet in this bitch, so you know I'm on that fuck shit
Yeah, Boss with double G's and a new chopstick
If a n***a try me, I'ma bust that bitch
Ayy, hol' up, roll-up in a drop-top (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Where he at? Bet he lit, that's the hot spot
I'm in this bitch, ayo
Yeah, 'dem boys, you know we, tryna go home, playa' (What up ho?)
[Verse 3: Flyboy Tarantino]
On the block, hit my jack, when ya comin' through? (When ya comin' through?)
You would think I'm B.I.G the way I get the loot (The way I get the loot)
Both eyes wide open, they look at you (Huh)
Huh, she been acting messy and she think that's cute
That ain't gas in your blunt, boy, you smokin' boof (Boy, you smokin' boof)
Want a coupe wit' my bitch, hangin' out the roof (Skrr, skrr, skrr)
If it's pressure, we gon' bust, don't play me for a fool (Buh, buh)
Don't move 'cause my goons clutchin' on the tool (Huh)
Betty Boop shawty, she love how I groove (She love how I groove)
What I do, I know other n***as wanna do (What they wanna do)
Huh, copycattin' n***as movin' how I move (How I move)
When my platoon walk in the room, you better keep it cool

[Verse 4: Cooliecut]
Yuh, huh, yuh, top-notch (Yuh)
I'ma crack the n***a, no crack rock, uh (Ayy, ayy)
Five-five, uh
Hit a n***a with the .4-5-5, uh (Huh, yah)
Got a n***a runnin' like he hopscotch, uh (Okay)
I don't talk crazy, I'm a badmon, uh (Ayy)
Choke a n***a out, 6-1-9 (Hey, yuh)
6-1-9

[Verse 5: Bass Santana]
I might black
Just don't call me back, I'ma pop a flat
Make 'em nap
Runnin' fuckin' laps, they like, "Bass, relax"
Where you at?
Where I lay my head is where I lay my stacks
It's the gang
Members Only took ya soul, no coming back
[Verse 6: rawhool mane & Kid Trunks]
What you think? (Bitch)
Pull up to the clan hella deep (Bitch)
At the crib they put you to sleep (Bitch)
My n***as be wildin', they all need a shrink (Uh, huh)
I got your bitch smiling she wet like a sink (Ayy! Gling, gling)
(Ya dig? Ya dig?)
I'm guessing she island, the pussy was pink
I'm smoking exotic my eyes hell chink (Uh-huh)
Let's get on the beat, the choppa might ring (Ayy!)

[Verse 7: Kid Trunks]
Smokin' green like Yoshi (Uh)
We don't fuck with phonies (Uh, uh)
Bitch, I feel like Tony (Uh)
My shooter keep that 40 (Uh, uh)
I can't never trust a ho, the devil keep no phony (Uh, ya dig?)
Ya mama run up on me when she wanna be escorted (Uh, uh, uh)
I hit her, hit her
She call me, “Mister, Mister” (Uh, uh)
Just the other day she called while I was fuckin' on her sister
That shit ain't hard (Uh), that shit is really simple (Uh, uh)
Talk down, get popped like you a pimple (Pimple)
I can't lie, ratchet bleedin' like a menstrual (Uh, uh)
Input, you can't keep up with my mental (Uh, uh)
My teeth shine, I'ma go right to the dental (Uh, uh)
She suck my, she gon' blow it like a candle (Ayy!)
[Verse 8: Craig Xen]
Blowin' on me like a candle (Candle)
Suckin' on me like a vacuum
Members Only got a million opponents but none of them look like a match (Ooh)
Livin' this and that's a fact, triple six on the back of the Cadillac
License plate, up and down, I-10, ridin' with Roach and Tank (Woo!)

[Verse 9: Kin$oul]
Members Only be the clique (Huh), suck a dick, lil' bitch (Uh-huh)
Dope in the air (What? What?), disappear in the mist
I don't give a damn about this fuckin' rap shit
But I do like they way I sound on my ad-libs (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 10: SB]
Members Only be the motherfuckin' clique (Be the clique)
Had to dip and left a message on her lip (On her lip)
Bentley shit, I throw up B's just like I'm sick (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Gone through relationships a Tarantino hit
You think she wifey but she bench pressin' them dicks (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Master Splinter, boy, the way I hold a stick (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I predict me and my n***as gettin' rich (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And if you posted like a stamp, then you get licked (Bitch)