In the Club Album

Artist(s): Fatman Scoop

Cover Art

Fatman Scoop In the Club Cover Art

Tracklist

Be Faithful

length: 3:35
producer: DJ Sizzahandz and DJ Riz
writer: Isaac Freeman, Bini, Dres, Mista Lawnge, Allen Jones, Johnny “Hammond” Smith, Ben Cauley, James Alexander, Nile Rodgers, Faith Evans, Ronald Lawrence, Joseph Rizzo, Bernard Edwards, Clarence Emery, Schon-Jomel Crawford, Diddy

yeah yeah
bass drop!!
Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh

(Fatman Scoop)
you gotta hundred dollar bill put your hands up
you gotta fifty dollar bill put your hands up
you gotta twenty dollar bill put your hands up
you gotta ten dollar bill put your hands up

single ladies i can't hear ya
single ladies.. make noise
single ladies i can't hear ya
single ladies.. make noise

all the chicken-heads... be quiet
all the chicken-heads... be quiet
all the chicken-heads... be quiet
all the chicken-heads... be quiet

hey ladies fatman scoop, faith evans sing along c'mon

(Faith Evans)
I never new there was love,
love like this before

(Fatman Scoop)
all the good looking women sing along. I can't hear ya

(Faith Evans)
never had someone to show me the love,
love like this before

(Fatman Scoop)
if you've got long hair put your hands up
if you've got short hair make noise
if you've got long hair put your hands up
if you've got short hair make noise

if you've got long hair on your head, ladies
if you've got long hair on your head
if you've got long hair on your head from your ear
to your sweater even if you've gotta wig

engine, engine number 9
on the new york transit line
if your trains goes off the track
pick it up, pick it up, pick it up
lets go..

(Fatman Scoop)
who fuckin tonight, who fuckin tonight
who fuckin tonight oh oh
who fuckin tonight, who fuckin tonight
who fuckin tonight oh oh

stop playing.. keep it moving
stop playing.. keep it moving
stop playing.. keep it moving
keep it moving (yeah) moving (yeah) moving (yeah)

sing along..
hey.. ooh (yeah)
hey.. ooh (sing along now)
hey.. ooh
hey.. ooh (lady)
hey.. ooh (fella)
hey.. ooh (lady)
hey.. ooh (fella)
hey.. ooh (lady)
hey.. ooh (fella)
hey.. ooh (lady)
c'mon c'mon c'mon sing along
everybody now..

(Faith Evans)
I never new there was love,
love like this before

(Fatman Scoop)
all the ladies if your in here, i need to here ya aha

(Faith Evans)
never had someone to show real love, love like this before

(Fatman Scoop)
aha fatman scoop crooklyn clan dis ay nothing case smooth

fatman scoop, crooklyn clan
fatman scoop, crooklyn clan
fatman scoop, crooklyn clan
crooklyn clan, crooklyn clan
fatman scoop, crooklyn clan
fatman scoop, crooklyn clan

Lose Control

length: 3:50
producer: Missy Elliott
writer: Richard Davis, Isaac Freeman, Ciara, Curtis Hudson, Missy Elliott, Juan Atkins
Music make you lose control
Music make you lose control

Lets go
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Here we go now
Here we go now
Here we go now
Here we go now
Watch out now
(music make you lose control)
Misdemeanors in the house
Ciara's in the house
Misdemeanors in the house
Fat man scoop man scoop man scoop

I've got a cute face
Chubby waist
Thick legs n shape
Rump shaking both ways
Make you do a double take
Plan rocker show stopper
Flo fropper head knocker
Beat staller tail dropper
Do ma thing ************s
Ma Rolls Royce Lamborghini
Blue madina always beaming
Rag top chrome pipes
Blue lights outta sight
No me sow it n
Set it n sow it n
Make that money tho it n
Booty bouncing goin' hit

Everybody here
Get it outta control
Get yo backs off tha wall
'cause misdemeanor said so
Everybody
Everybody
Everybody

Everybody

Well ma name iz ciara
4 all you fly fellaz
No 1 can do it betta

She'll sing on acapella

Boy the music
Makes me lose control

We goin' make you lose control
And let it go four you kno
You goin' hit the flo

I rok to the beat till I'm tired (tired)
Walk n the club it?s fiya(fiya)
Get it krunk and wired
Wave ya hands scream louda
If you smoke den fire it up
Bring da roof down
Den holla
If you tipsy stand up
Dj turn it louda
Take somebody by da waist den uh
Now tho it in dey face like uh
Hypnotic robotic
This here will rok yo bodies
Take somebody by da waist den uh
Now tho it in dey face like uh
Systematica static
This hit be automatic

Work wait
Work work work wait
Work work work wait
Work work work wait
Do it right

Hit the floor hit the floor
Hit the floor hit the floor
Hit the floor hit the floor
Hit the floor

Everybody here
Get it outta control
Get yo backs off tha wall
'cause misdemeanor said so
Everybody
Everybody
Everybody

Everybody

Lets go

Everybody here
Get it outta control

Get yo backs off the wall)
(Missy Elliot)
'cause misdemeanor said

So
Everybody
Everybody
Everybody

Everybody
Get loose

Put yo back on tha wall
Put yo back on tha wall
Putyo back on tha wall
Put yo back on tha wall

Misdemeanors in da house
Ciaras in da house
Misdemeanors in tha house
(music make you lose control)
We on fire
We on fire
We on fire
We on fire
Now tho it girl
Tho it girl
Tho it girl
Tho it girl
Yeah
Now move yo arm to the left girl
Now move yo arm to the left girl
Now move yo arm to the right girl
Now move yo arm to the right girl
Lets go now lets go now lets go now
Woo lets go
Should I bring it back right now
Now bring it back now
Woo oh
I see you see
Now I'ma I'am do it like see did
Now shake it gurl
Cum on and just shake it girl
Cum on and just shake it girl
Cum on and just shake it girl
Cum on and let it pop right girl
Cum on and let it pop right girl
Cum on and let it pop right girl
Now back it up girl
Back it up girl
Back it up girl
Back it up girl
Wo woo woo
Go go
Bring it to the front girl go go
Bring it to the front girl go go
Bring it to the front girl go go
Bring it to the front girl lets go lets go lets go
Woo!

U Sexy Girl

length: 3:57
producer: Steven “Lenky” Marsden
writer: Isaac Freeman III, Steven “Lenky” Marsden, Elephant Man, Larry Vincent, Steven Michelle

I’m in Love With You

length: 3:59
producer: Razah
writer: Razah, Fatman Scoop

Crowded

length: 3:19
producer: Stargate
mixer: Serban Ghenea
task miscellaneous support: Andy VanDette
writer: Mikkel Storleer Eriksen, Tor Erik Hermansen, Jeannie Ortega, Papoose
Papoose?
Let me show u all how its posed to be done

Don't get me started
It's getting kinda crowded in here
Back up off me, I'm feeling like I'm suffocated
Now here's my problem
I'm not gonna be your chick on the side
Forget about it
You know damn well it wouldn't be right

[Chorus:]
I dunno what you been thinkin' 'bout me
Did u think this was gonna be that easy?
Hell no,u must be going crazy!
(noo-o-oo)Why don't you get outta my life
Get outta my sight
Get off oh my back...
Why don't you go back to your world...
Go back to your girl..
I think you owe her...
I know whats going on
I wont be second to none(noo)
Back up, cuz you crowdin' my space...
You need to get outta my face

Lets be honest
I'm not the type of chick that you use...
And if you want it
If you want it
You'll have to choose
I've been through this
I've been cheated on...
I know how it feels
Would I know that you wouldn't do the same to me

[Chorus:]


Papoose...BK.B..uh..K...they say you can't have your cake and eat it too...
Tell me whats the meaning...
Whats the sense of me having cake if I can't eat it
Cheaters never win, my friend, you like creepin'
But hate when you're girl starts cheatin'
Imagine if you came home to your wife
Opened your door and locked it
Then you found R. Kelly hiding in your closet
I knew you would start cheatin, before you even stopped it
I'm like when you double your money, I'm a profit...
Albert Einstein was smart, but I'm some wiser...
I'm a ladies man, your man is a womanizer
You gotta fight for love, can you make a fist
Since your name is Genie, can I make a wish? (yeaahh)
No minor set backs, every move major
Grown folk behavior, just do me one favor...
He put you on the side, let me be your savior...
Crowded...

[Chorus:]

Get outta my life
Get outta my sight
Get off oh my back...

'Cuz you're crowdin' my space
You need to get outta my face

Coca Cola Shape (remix)

length: 4:11
producer: All Stars
writer: Fatman Scoop, Sasha, Buccaneer, Haldane Wayne Browne, Tony Kelly, Mad Lion

All Night Long

length: 3:55
producer: Daniel "Danny P" Pierre
writer: Daniel "Danny P" Pierre, Fatman Scoop, Scott Ialacci

Let’s Get Rowdy

length: 3:08
producer: T&J Sidekicks
vocal: [unknown]
writer: Fatman Scoop, C. Miranda, J. Alvarez, Michael Robert Giannone

Jump and Spread Out (Cheeky Star and Precise version)

length: 4:18
remixer: Precise and Cheeky Star
producer: Baby Dooks and Miri Ben‐Ari
mixer: Glen Marchese
recording engineer: Carlos Martinez and Miri Ben‐Ari
assistant mixer: Mike Tschupp
violin: Miri Ben‐Ari
violin arranger: Miri Ben‐Ari
strings mixer: Miri Ben‐Ari
writer: Miri Ben‐Ari, David Vurdelja, Lil' Vicious, Fatman Scoop

Set It Off

length: 4:19
producer: T&J Sidekicks
writer: C. Miranda, J. Alvarez, Fatman Scoop, Ying Yang Twins

Let’s Ride

length: 3:54
producer: Kwamé
writer: Kwamé, Fatman Scoop
What you say when you drunk in the club (hood up)
And you deep in the club let me know
(hood up)
Show me where you from if ya city's #1
(hood up, hood up, hood up)
(hood up)
(hood up lets go)
(hood up lets go)
(hood up lets go)
(hood up lets go)
(hood up lets go)
(hood up lets go)
(hood up lets go)
(hood up lets go)

[Chorus: x2]
C'mon lets ride
Then I drop the top
You know ching a ling goin' make it hot
Let's ride
Girl I got it locked
Shut the club down when I hit the spot

C'mon, lets ride

Ain't no secret i'm doin' it baby
If I like what I see im pursuin it maybe
But a nasty attitude that could ruin it lady
If its all gravy hop in and (lets ride)
And we can cruise a lil' bit
Wild out and act like fools a lil' bit
My whip ain't old girl this that new ****
2006 ya hear
Let's ride
What you gigglin' for?
Twist that thing and wiggle it more
A couple big faces what you jiggle it for
Now close my door hold on

[Chorus: x2]

C'mon, lets ride

I know you like the fur on the floor don't ya
Strip tease yeah I know you will won't ya
Other chicks mad cause chingy flaunt ya
And ya know I'm on ya
If ya ready then (lets ride)
?? to this
Heard in the club if they move to this
Get ya party on and groove to this
Ay this that **** come on girl (lets ride)
Ya friends can come too
Tell em' bout a player that rep the lou
Yeah I be here yup that's my crew
Now what y'all wanna do
Hood up

[Chorus: x2]

Err'body come and ride with me
Grab a glass pull some drink and blaze up them trees

Work ya body
Twist ya body
Work ya body
Twist ya body
Stickshift (work ma)
Stickshift (work ma)
Stickshift (work ma)
Stickshift (work ma)
Work ya body
Twist ya body
Work ya body
Twist ya body
Stick shift (work ma)
Stick shift (work ma)
Stick shift (work ma)
Stick shift (work ma)

[Chorus: x3]

C'mon, lets ride

Sit down (on the ground)
Sit down (on the ground)
Sit down (on the ground)
Sit down (on the ground)
Sit down (on the ground)
Sit down (on the ground)
Sit down (on the ground)
Get low now

Get Your Dance On

length: 3:23
producer: T&J Sidekicks
writer: Fatman Scoop, C. Miranda, J. Alvarez, Bayie

Drop

length: 4:07
producer: Timbaland
writer: Fatman Scoop, Magoo, Timbaland
Timbaland Timbaland Fatman scoop
Timbaland Timbaland
Whatever I say why'all gotta do
Whatever I say why'all gotta do
Whatever I say why'all gotta do

(Timbaland)
Awww lord guess who's coming
Timbaland A.K.A freaky feel drumming
Who can get it crunk like me Timbaland
Oh my ***** Scoop A.K.A fat man

Weed guaranteed to make the party people bounce
Fellas say (OH) girls say(ah)
Lookin at the cornrows up in the club
Girl don't be bashfull girl back it up

Throw it girl like its poking man
Shake that *** as fast as you can
White girl shake it like she burning from a sun tan
My dog grip it grab it like it was a soda can

What you talking bout holding back
When you get on the dance floor drop it like it was a cadillac
What you talking bout cutting ***** slack
Girl girl you betta bend that back

12 my girls roll deep in the club
Can't't wait to hit the bar and get that thug
Where my dogs that got more than a hundred bucks
Can't wait to freak one of the big old butts

Before we start to turn it out
You must learn to crunk out
Before we start to turn it out
You must first begin to

[Fatman Scoop: x 2]
Breathe in Breathe out
Breathe in Breathe out
Breathe in Breathe out
Now drop now drop now drop now drop

[Fatman Scoop]
If you got the fattest *** on the block now drop
Let a ***** see the coochie pop now drop
Do the snake do the freak do the pop now drop
Yo don't stop don't stop
Real eyes down south thighs
Waist line five six seven now drop
One time all in together now drop
Yo don't stop don't stop

[Magoo]
Get your freak on at club(?)
We ain't put the album out *****s got their leak on
I done been up in the club seen a ho with a thong
I ain't hear good at first she was singing the song

Shorty rocking donna she was pushing and popping
Red bone with a bop she was stoping and dropping
Stopping and dropping this the part of the song where
You need be snaking and popping

Snaking and popping yeah hoe Mag made the song
Why'all *****s still popping and locking
Ain't no zone (?) a white girl
I ain't turbo rocking a damn curl

Watch Mag slow while I break you down slow
When you get it right girl go for what you know
Wiggle a bit stop drop get up snake freak whop
Wiggle a bit stop drop get up snake freak whop

Get off the wall hands of your balls
Yeah ***** with the drink in his hand trying to ball
You don't want shorty I can show you the dance
Gone once gone twice you done lost your chance

Now stop for Big Pun stop for Big pun
Drop for Big L drop for Big L

[Fatman Scoop]
If you got the fattest *** on the block now drop
Let a ***** see the coochie pop now drop
Do the snake do the freak do the whop now drop
Yo don't stop don't stop
Real eyes down south thighs
Waist line five six seven now drop
One time all in together now drop
Yo don't stop don't stop

(Magoo)
Guess who came with a cape on his back
Pulled up with some gin hopped out the Cadillac
Mag is chilling Tim is chilling
When I get up in this club I'm making a hoe feel it
Got no game but I got big cash
Mess around I be leaving this club with Stacey Dash
I ain't cute enough but my jimmy got a flick and it shimmy
I'm in the club pulling hoes with Timmy

(Timbaland)
All my shadow people where freaky where you at
All my Broadway people freaky where you at
Where my fellas in the back with the (?)
Where my girls who think they got it like that
All my ndependent freaky where you at
All my get money dogs freaky where you at
Where my girls with the thongs who be shaking it fast
If you love to sing along ***** holla back

(Fatman Scoop)
If you got the fattest *** on the block now drop
Let a ***** see the coochie pop now drop
Do the snake do the freak do the whop now drop
Yo don't stop don't stop
Real eyes down south thighs Now drop
Waist line five six seven now drop
One time all in together now drop
Yo don't stop don't stop

Show me what you working with(back it up back it up)
Show me what you working with(back it up back it up)
Show me what you working with(back it up back it up)
Show me what you working with(back it up back it up)
Bend over Bend over Bend over Bend over Bend over Bend over

Soul on Fire (remix)

length: 4:53
producer: KMC
writer: KMC, Fatman Scoop, Beenie Man, D‐Life

It Takes Two

length: 4:35
producer: Crooklyn Clan
writer: Fatman Scoop
C'mon C'mon
Check it out Check it out Check it out now..
1..2..3..Hit it!
Wave ya hands [ x 10 ]

Here we go here we go here we go now
Here we go here we go here we go now

Rockin' right now rockin' right now what!
Rockin' right now rockin' right now what!
Fatman scoop break it down c'mon now

everybody reach..reach to the top
everybody reach..don't stop
go..go..go..go..go..go..go......
go boys go girls go boys go girls

hold up!

It takes two to make a thing go right
(All the fellas in the place sing along)
It takes two to make it outta sight
(All the itty bitty women where you at? c'mon)
It takes two to make a thing go right
(All the fellas in the place sing along)
It takes two to make it outta sight
Hit it!

I wanna rock right now
DJ Kool and I came to get down
Coz I'm internationally known
Fatman Scoop on the microphone
Because I get (What!), we get (What!)
or we get stupid I mean outrageous
Stay away from me if you're contagious
'Cause I'm the winner, no, I'm not the loser
To be an D.J. is what I choose 'a
Ladies love me, girls adore me
I mean even the ones who never saw me
Like the way that I rhyme at a show
The reason why, I know you know
So let's go, 'cause

It takes two to make a thing go right
(All the fellas in the place sing along)
It takes two to make it outta sight
(All the itty bitty women where you at? c'mon)
It takes two to make a thing go right
(All the fellas in the place sing along)
It takes two to make it outta sight
1..2..3 c'mon now
Ahhh higher baby
put em up put em up
get higher baby
put em up put em up
get higher baby
put em up put em up

go..go..go..go..go..go..go......
clap ya hands everybody c;mon y'all
clap ya hands everybody c;mon y'all
clap ya hands everybody
clap ya hands everybody
clap ya hands everybody
clap ya hands everybody
Hit it!

You know how we get down
stop playin about.....
take it off take it off take it off take it off
take it off take it off take it off take it off
Hit It!

Heh yo dude, I gotta real funky concept
Listen up, 'cause I'm gonna keep you in step
I got an idea
That ya wanna share
You don't like it? You don't like it? You don't like it?
So what, I don't care
I'm number one, the uno, I like comp
Bring all the suckers 'cause all them I'll stomp
Bold and black but I won't protect
All of my followers 'cause all I want is respect
I'm not a doctor, put them in rapture
A slick brother that can easy outfox ya
Cause I'm DJ, last name Kool, yeah
And on the mike, I'm known to act the fool
So let's start, it shouldn't be too hard
I'm not a sucker so I don't need a bodyguard
I won't fess, wear a bulletproof vest
Don't smoke buddha, can't stand sess, yes
It takes two to make a thing go right
(All the fellas in the place sing along)
It takes two to make it outta sight
(All the itty bitty women where you at? c'mon)
It takes two to make a thing go right
(All the fellas in the place sing along)
It takes two to make it outta sight
Hit It!

Right now at the turn of 3
i want everybody in the place
to repeat fatman and me
here we go c'mon now....
1..2..3 check it out

Fellas..ladies..fellas..ladies..fellas..ladies
c'mon break it down for me now
(Whoa whoa..whoa whoa..whoa whoa..)
DJ wavin' ya hands bring it down
Hit it!
(Jack whjoa jack whoa jack whoa.....)

(Make some noise in this place man)

Sex U Up

length: 3:42
producer: L.I.Q.
writer: Fatman Scoop, Celetia Martin