When hired by Tribute Sounds to do 30 tribute records, Brian Bart was runni… Read Full Bio ↴When hired by Tribute Sounds to do 30 tribute records, Brian Bart was running his studio Logic Productions full time and teaching audio and multi-media part time at Musictech college. The first 2 years produced cloned cover versions of artists ranging from hip hop, R&B, to rock and metal. The third year into the deal, the concept of doing mash-up hip hop/rock was tried. Rather than use MIDI drums and keys, Brian decided to keep it heavy and use real drums and guitars with rappers, loops, FX and keys to cover mash-ups like Metallica, Zeppelin, Floyd and AC/DC. The first release "Hip-Hop Tribute to Metallica" created such a commotion that bloggers in Europe, Russia, China, South America and the U.S. condemned the sacrilege without hearing it, and wanted the heads of someone responsible. Although several reviews claimed it worthy because of the real rock elements, people were mad as hell, but like most shocking things in life, it soon began to sell thousands of copies. The next release "Hip-Hop Tribute to AC/DC" had the same effect, although this time the song "Back In Black" was downloaded 250,000 times. The other mash-ups of Led Zeppelin, Aerosmith and Pink Floyd have had the same effect of pissing off hardcore fans who've never heard them, but selling huge numbers. Having played in several bands, 3000 gigs and on over 80 albums, producer/performer Brian Bart paid tribute to his guitar heroes by keeping it "real rock", and had a blast creating these records.

In da Club
Brian Bart Lyrics

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Ha, Blue Boyz on the rise ha
Blue Boyz on the rise ha
Blue Boyz on the rise, with a mission to see - 2x

[Killa Kal]
I know you see me at the do', I'm in a Coupe on dubs
You in the lot, trying to pop it your hoop on hubs
You and your group at the club, trying to shoot your slugs

You think a nigga won't box you, or shoot your mug

I just came here to party baby, drank and roam blocks
Get a thicky thick chick, and get a quick dome shot
Got a sick chrome glock, and it cough at niggaz
I came here to fuck with women, I talk to niggaz

I'm here often nigga (doing what), buying the bar
Getting crunk with my click, might be eyeing a star
I see white eyeing a bar, while I sip my Belve
Walked over (grabbed her hand), and with her lips she tells me

(get thoed) hell yeah boo, I'm one of the ones
So I pull her close to me, hands under her buns
But it's one thing about her, I just got to know
If she cutting tonight shorty, then I got to go

[Hook: x 2]
This for them ballas in the back of the club
Niggaz that don't know, how to act in the club
And them 600's, and the them 'Lacs at the club
Stay iced up, looking good in the club
Get fucked up, chunk up your hood in the club

[Sir Daily]
Now Daily pull up to the spot, at 12 o'clock on the dot
Looking for a chickenhead, bopper to bop
Twenty inches spinning slow, as I crawl in the lot
Gold diggers flag me down, trying to get me to stop

But oh no, a nigga recognized disguise
I looked past that thick ass, and them big ol' thighs
I'm A G, I peep game constantly
So tell me what the fuck, do you want from me

I'm at the bar, taking shots to the head
Trying to find a yellow bone, that give shots to the head
I see a fine looking dime, and she rocking some red
Spit a line and she mine, while she drop in my bed

It's guaranteed, to put a young bitch on her knees
Blue Boyz on the rise, with a mission to see
Slim Thug or Sir Daily, and my nigga Kyleon
We party all night, till six in the morn' ha

[Hook: x 2]

[Slim Thug]
I'm V.I.P., in the back of the club
Slim Thee, they call me the best dressed thug
Your misses trying to get a Boss, kisses and hugs
But your misses get nothing, but diss and mugs

I don't give dick to chicks, that give it up to scrubs
Trying to find the finest bitch, up in the club
Make her up that thing, get in her ear
And fill her up, with game

Ten times out of ten, I'ma cut that thang
Got the broad giving up the brain, like it ain't nothing mayn
I'm a P-I-M-P, simple to me
And talk hoes out they clothes, so easily

I rock platinum rings, platinum piece and platinum car
And I'm bout to be, a platinum star
V.I.P. by the bar, is where you'll see me staying
With the Roley on my wrist, and the Crys in hand man

[Hook: x 2]

(*scratching*)

Overall Meaning

The song "In da Club" by Brian Bart is an expression of a night out in the club, told from the perspective of three different rappers. Killa Kal's verse sets the scene, describing his arrival at the club in a luxury car, and his intention to party and socialize with women. He also warns those who might want to start trouble, stating that he is not afraid to defend himself. Sir Daily's verse continues the theme of chasing women, describing his preference for "yellow bones" and boasting about his ability to seduce them. Slim Thug's verse takes a slightly different approach, emphasizing his status as a VIP and his ability to charm women with his wealth and style.

Overall, the song is a celebration of the rap lifestyle, with its emphasis on material success and sexual conquest. The lyrics are delivered with swagger and confidence, making it clear that the rappers feel that they are at the top of their game. The title itself is a nod to the club culture that is such an important part of rap music, and the lyrics invite the listener to join the party.

Line by Line Meaning

Ha, Blue Boyz on the rise ha
The Blue Boyz are gaining popularity and success.

I know you see me at the do', I'm in a Coupe on dubs
I am easily recognizable in my fancy car.

You in the lot, trying to pop it your hoop on hubs
You are struggling to show off your mediocre car.

You and your group at the club, trying to shoot your slugs
You and your gang are looking for trouble at the club.

You think a nigga won't box you, or shoot your mug
You believe that nobody will physically confront or harm you.

I just came here to party baby, drank and roam blocks
I am here to enjoy myself and explore the area.

Get a thicky thick chick, and get a quick dome shot
I am looking for a curvy woman to pleasure me orally.

Got a sick chrome glock, and it cough at niggaz
I have a powerful gun and am not afraid to use it.

I came here to fuck with women, I talk to niggaz
I want to hook up with women and socialize with men.

I see white eyeing a bar, while I sip my Belve
I notice a Caucasian woman looking at the bar as I drink my Belvedere vodka.

Walked over (grabbed her hand), and with her lips she tells me
I approached her and she initiated a kiss.

(get thoed) hell yeah boo, I'm one of the ones
I agree to her proposition and boast that I am an experienced sexual partner.

So I pull her close to me, hands under her buns
I hold her tightly and place my hands on her buttocks.

But it's one thing about her, I just got to know
There is something I am curious about regarding her.

If she cutting tonight shorty, then I got to go
If she wants to leave early, then I must leave as well.

This for them ballas in the back of the club
This song is dedicated to the wealthy individuals in the back of the club.

Niggaz that don't know, how to act in the club
People who are unaware of proper club etiquette.

And them 600's, and the them 'Lacs at the club
The upscale luxury cars present in the club, such as the Mercedes-Benz 600 and Cadillac Eldorado.

Stay iced up, looking good in the club
Always accessorize with flashy jewelry to appear fashionable.

Get fucked up, chunk up your hood in the club
Get very intoxicated and represent your neighborhood in the club.

Now Daily pull up to the spot, at 12 o'clock on the dot
Sir Daily arrives punctually to his destination.

Looking for a chickenhead, bopper to bop
Searching for a promiscuous woman to have sex with.

Twenty inches spinning slow, as I crawl in the lot
The large rims on my car rotate at a low speed as I drive through the parking lot.

Gold diggers flag me down, trying to get me to stop
Women looking for financial gain wave at me, attempting to halt my progress.

But oh no, a nigga recognized disguise
Unfortunately, I recognize that these women are only interested in my money.

I looked past that thick ass, and them big ol' thighs
I ignored their physical attributes and saw their true intentions.

I'm A G, I peep game constantly
I am knowledgeable about the streets and always aware of my surroundings.

So tell me what the fuck, do you want from me
So, what is your true motive?

Trying to find a yellow bone, that give shots to the head
I am searching for a light-skinned woman who excels in giving oral sex.

I see a fine looking dime, and she rocking some red
I notice an attractive woman wearing red clothing.

Spit a line and she mine, while she drop in my bed
I use my charming words to persuade her to have sex with me.

It's guaranteed, to put a young bitch on her knees
I am confident that I will cause a woman to perform oral sex on me.

Blue Boyz on the rise, with a mission to see
The Blue Boyz are on the come-up with a goal to achieve greatness.

Slim Thug or Sir Daily, and my nigga Kyleon
Slim Thug, Sir Daily, and Kyleon are my close friends and associates.

I'm V.I.P., in the back of the club
I am a very important person, located in the exclusive area of the club.

Slim Thee, they call me the best dressed thug
I am known as the mobster with the best fashion sense.

Your misses trying to get a Boss, kisses and hugs
Your woman is attempting to seduce me with affection.

But your misses get nothing, but diss and mugs
However, she will only receive insults and dirty looks from me.

I don't give dick to chicks, that give it up to scrubs
I do not have sexual relations with women who are easy and have low standards.

Trying to find the finest bitch, up in the club
I am in search of the most attractive woman in the club.

Make her up that thing, get in her ear
Convince her to have sex with me by whispering suggestive statements in her ear.

And fill her up, with game
Provide her with clever conversation to persuade her to engage in sexual activity.

Ten times out of ten, I'ma cut that thang
In most cases, I will succeed in having sex with her.

Got the broad giving up the brain, like it ain't nothing mayn
She is willingly performing oral sex on me as if it requires no effort.

I'm a P-I-M-P, simple to me
I am a pimp and this lifestyle is easy for me.

And talk hoes out they clothes, so easily
I am skilled at convincing women to remove their clothing.

I rock platinum rings, platinum piece and platinum car
I possess various expensive items, such as platinum jewelry and a car.

And I'm bout to be, a platinum star
I am on the brink of success in the music industry.

V.I.P. by the bar, is where you'll see me staying
I spend my time in the club's VIP area located by the bar.

With the Roley on my wrist, and the Crys in hand man
I wear a Rolex watch and drink Cristal champagne.

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: CHRISTOPHER BRIAN(LUDACRIS) BRIDGES, LA MARQUIS JEFFERSON, ROBERT S KELLY, CRAIG LOVE, JONATHAN H SMITH

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