Elks

Around the corner from the P's where we parlayed

All my niggas suited for that 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 know the bouncer than 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 attendance

Like I ain't got no sense

It was the thrill, plus I had a thing for them ghetto project bitches