When I Pull Up At The Club (Ft
Three 6 Mafia Lyrics


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Does it real good
Does it real good

Now when I pull up at the club, I'm lookin so clean
Se-se-seventy-seven Cut Dog painted lime green
To-to-today, I'm married and my wife don't play
If you want me to treat you, ugly bitch, you gotta pay
Now when I pull up at the club, I'm lookin so clean
Se-se-seventy-seven Cut Dog painted lime green
To-to-today, I'm married and my wife don't play
If you want me to treat you, ugly bitch, you gotta pay

Can it be my Rolls that pull all these hoes?
Or can it be my Cadillac wit 20-inch Vogues?
Can it be my mansion in Memphis jacuzzi?
Or could it be my crib in Florida on the beach?
Can it be the ten million records that I sold?
Or can it be the first one that ever wnet gold?
Whatever it be like, y'all jaw cause I don't stop
Continuously to make a ho draws drop, yeah

I used to always wonder why my girls have fits
When I walk up out the mall, they be lookin' at me pissed
Maybe just because I ball, ridin' eight or nine whips
And my name is Juicy J and I ain't payin' no bitch
When I was broke as a joke, they didn't wanna get with me
'Til I bought a Maybach, now they all wanna lick me
With a Playboy mansion downtown in the city
And the hoes lined up like ninety centy pennies

Now when I pull up at the club, I'm lookin so clean
Se-se-seventy-seven Cut Dog painted lime green
To-to-today I'm married and my wife don't play
If ya want-if you want me to treat you, ugly bitch, you gotta pay
Now when I pull up at the club, I'm lookin so clean
Se-se-seventy-seven Cut Dog painted lime green
To-to-today, I'm married and my wife don't play
If you want me to treat you, ugly bitch, you gotta pay

I got the candy drippin stains off the Range when I'm switchin' lanes
I'm in the slab glass house swangin' grippin' grain
They tellin' me I'm the mane, stangin' licks to make a gain
Livin' life in the fast lane, gettin' money I can't complain
These boppers see me ridin', swangin' wanna taste the fame
But you gotta break that bread with me, baby, I'm married to the game
I fell in love with stackin' change, I'm addicted to countin' cash
I ain't worried bout naan ho, I ain't concerned wit naan ass
I'm 'bout that dollar get it right, I'm not out here lookin' for a wife
I'm out here on that top flight, on the grind all day and night
I'm a baller, I'm a pimp, I'm a thug, and I'm a hustler
If you want some of this love, then break bread, girl, you a customer

Now when I pull up at the club, I'm lookin' so clean
Se-se-seventy-seven Cut Dog painted lime green
To-to-today, I'm married and my wife don't play
If you want me to treat you, ugly bitch, you gotta pay
Now when I pull up at the club, I'm lookin' so clean
Se-se-seventy-seven Cut Dog, painted lime green
To-to-today, I'm married and my wife don't play
If you want me to treat you, ugly bitch, you gotta pay

See she's a freak ho, let me tell you all about it
I met her in the Valley and the valley ain't Cali
She tried to act shy, but I knew she was 'bout it
Hotter than a summer day when it ain't cloudy
She say she want cheese, but that's no doubt it
She just another ho, I'mma hit then I'm out it
I'm just like Jody, out the back door, see
Hidin' my face cause her old man know me

Now when I pull up at the club, I'm lookin so clean
Se-se-seventy-seven Cut Dog painted lime green
To-to-today I'm married and my wife don't play
If ya want-if you want me to treat you, ugly bitch, you gotta pay
Now when I pull up at the club, I'm lookin so clean
Se-se-seventy-seven Cut Dog painted lime green
To-to-today, I'm married and my wife don't play
If you want-if you want me to treat you, ugly bitch, you gotta pay
Now when I pull up at the club, I'm lookin so clean
Se-se-seventy-seven Cut Dog painted lime green
To-to-today I'm married and my wife don't play
If ya want-if you want me to treat you, ugly bitch, you gotta pay
Now when I pull up at the club, I'm lookin so clean
Se-se-seventy-seven Cut Dog painted lime green




To-to-today, I'm married and my wife don't play
If you want-if you want me to treat you, ugly bitch, you gotta pay

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of When I Pull Up At The Club by Three 6 Mafia depict the ostentatious lifestyle of the rap artists. The song exudes an air of confidence and self-assuredness regarding their wealth and success. The song opens with the lines "Does it real good, does it real good" that beckon the listeners to indulge in the fantasy of living lavishly. The chorus emphasizes the opulence of the artists as they drive up to the club in their green Seventy-seven Cut Dog. They make it clear that they are married men who expect to be paid if anyone treats them like 'ugly bitches.'


DJ Paul's verse enumerates the sources of his popularity and the power they wield over women. He lists his extensive car collection, mansions in Memphis and Florida, and ten million records sold as evidence of his success. The verse closes with the assertion that his trophies are not enough to make him stop hustling and making women swoon. Juicy J's verse captures the change in his status from being broke to being rich. He reveals the humiliation he received when he was a nobody and the adoration that he gets now that he is rich. He asserts that he will not pay any woman for her company, and they must come to him with an offering. The verse is an ode to his material status, which he believes makes him irresistible to women. Paul Wall and Crunchy Black's verses follow the same formula of flaunting wealth, living extravagantly, and treating women as commodities.


Line by Line Meaning

Now when I pull up at the club I'm lookin so clean
I always enter the club looking my best


Seventy seven Cut Dog painted lime green
I drive a unique and flashy car that catches people's attention


Today I'm married and my wife don't play
I am committed to a spouse who demands the utmost fidelity


If ya want-if you want me to treat you ugly bitch you gotta pay
I demand compensation from those who wish to be treated poorly


Can it be Rolls that pull all these hoes
Is it my expensive car that attracts promiscuous women?


Or could it be my Cadillac wit 20-inch Vogues
Perhaps it's the custom rims on my Cadillac that gain me attention


Can it be my mansion in Memphis jacuzzi
Could it be my opulent home boasting a hot tub in Memphis, Tennessee?


Or could it be my crib in Florida on the beach
Maybe my beachfront residence in Florida is where my popularity stems from


Can it be the ten million records that I sold
Perhaps it's my successful music career with ten million records sold


Or can it be the first one that ever go gold
Maybe it's the achievement of my first gold record


Whatever it be like y'all jaw cause I don't stop
I don't care what it is that gets me attention, as long as it continues


Continuously to make a ho draws drop, yeah
My presence causes promiscuous women to become aroused


I used to always wonder why my girls have fits
I've previously been puzzled as to why my female admirers act irrationally


When I walk up out the mall they be lookin at me pissed
Exiting the shopping center, the women seem angry towards me


Maybe just becuz I ball ridin eight or nine whips
It could be because I am wealthy with multiple expensive vehicles


And my name is Juicy J and I ain't payin no bitch
I am Juicy J and I refuse to pay any women


When I was broke as a joke they didn't wanna get wit me
Previously, when I was poor, women were not interested in me


Till I bought a Maybach now they all wanna lick me
But since I acquired a luxurious Maybach car, they now desire me


Wit a Playboy mansion downtown in the city
I own a lavish Playboy Mansion located in the downtown area


And the hoes lined up like ninety centy pennies
Women flock to me like clustered coins, eager for my attention


I got the candy drippin' stains off the frame when I'm switchin' lanes
My car has candy paint that glistens when I drive and change lanes


I'm in the slab glass house swangin' grippin' grain
I cruise in a fancy car with tinted windows and spinners on the wheels


They tellin' me I'm the mane stangin' licks to make a gain
People acknowledge me as the top dog, acquiring riches through clever means


Livin' life in the fast lane gettin' money I can't complain
My life is filled with exciting pleasures and fruitful money-making opportunities


These boppers see me ridin' swangin' wanna taste the fame
Flirtatious women drool over me while I am cruising, desiring to be with a famous man


But you gotta break that bread wit me baby I'm married to the game
If you want to be with me, you need to be willing to pay for my time and loyalty to my fame


I fell in love wit stackin' change I'm addicted to countin' cash
I have a passion for accumulating wealth, it's an addiction that consumes me


I ain't worried bout naan ho I ain't concerned wit naan ass
No woman or situation impacts my determined focus on making money


I'm bout that dollar get it right I'm not out here lookin' for a wife
I prioritize making money and am not seeking a committed relationship


I'm out here on that top flight on the grind all day and night
I am on a prosperous journey, hustling relentlessly around the clock


I'm a baller I'm a pimp I'm a thug and I'm a hustler
I am a successful and powerful man, with different aspects of my persona


If you want some of this lovin' break bread girl you a customer
If you want to show affection to me, you need to pay for my services


See she's a freak ho let me tell you all a-bout it
She is a promiscuous woman, let me explain further


I met her in the Valley and the valley ain't Cali
I encountered her in the Valley, not California


She tried to act shy but I knew she was bout it
Although she attempted to act modest, I could tell she was eager for physical intimacy


Hotter than a summer day when it ain't cloudy
She is attractive, like a hot summer day without clouds


She say she want cheese but that's no doubt it
She is specifically interested in money, there's no question


She just another ho I'ma hit then I'm out it
She is just one of many women I will have sex with and then leave afterwards


I'm just like Jody out the back door see
Similar to the character Jody from a movie, I also sneak out of back doors


Hidin' my face cause her old man know me
I conceal my identity because her partner is familiar with me




Lyrics Β© BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jordan Houston, Paul Beauregard, Darnell Carlton, Donald Pears, Paul Slayton

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