O’Mens Party ~ Where My Ladies At

[INTRO — MOTORCYCLES / CROWD / BOTTLES CLINKING] Ooooooooooooo’MENNNNNSSSS! Yeahhhhh! You know what time it is! Bikes outside... Bottles inside... And if you came to stand against the wall— GET THE FUCK OUT THE WAY! O’MENS! O-4-4-0! [BEAT DROPS — DEEP BASS] [HOOK — MALE LEAD / CROWD RESPONSE] We got bikes! OUTSIDE! We got bottles! ON ICE! Ladies on the pole— ALL NIGHT! O’Mens throw a party— GODDAMN RIGHT! 1738! Pour that shit! Hennessy! Pour that shit! Rémy in the cup— Take another shot! When the O’Mens party, WE DON'T KNOW WHEN TO STOP! [BASS BREAK] Ooooooo’Mens! [VERSE 1] Pull up to the spot, motorcycles everywhere, Chrome under the lights, you can smell it in the air. Walk through the door— whole clubhouse lit, DJ beating them speakers like they owe him some shit. Ladies on the pole, making that money rain, Bass so damn heavy you can feel it in your brain. Bottles going up, everybody taking shots, 1738, Henny pouring nonstop. Rémy in the glass, somebody pass that bottle, She hit the pole slow— then she hit it full throttle! Biker shit! Wild nights! Motorcycles! Club lights! One more round— HELL, MAKE THAT TWO! Welcome to an O’Mens party— WHAT THE FUCK YOU GON' DO? [HOOK] We got bikes! OUTSIDE! We got bottles! ON ICE! Ladies on the pole— ALL NIGHT! O’Mens throw a party— GODDAMN RIGHT! 1738! Pour that shit! Hennessy! Pour that shit! Rémy in the cup— Take another shot! When the O’Mens party, WE DON'T KNOW WHEN TO STOP! [INSTRUMENTAL — 808s / CROWD CHANTS] O’MENS! O’MENS! O’MENS! O-4-4-0! [VERSE 2] It's two in the morning, but ain't nobody leaving, Parking lot packed, motorcycles still screaming. Smoke in the air— WE SMOKING THAT LOUD! Bass knocking hard, whole damn place getting wild! Somebody yell— SHOTS! Everybody— DRINK! DJ drop the bass before we even get to think. Got a brother at the bar saying fill that cup, Got another by the speakers yelling TURN THAT SHIT UP! Ladies still dancing, money hitting the floor, Every time you think it's over— somebody bring out MORE! This that biker shit, ain't no regular night, Leather, chrome, liquor, everything feeling right. We party too hard, that's the word around town, When O’Mens get together— WE TEAR THE MOTHERFUCKER DOWN! [BEAT STOPS] Hold up... Where the ladies at? [CROWD] RIGHT HERE! Where the bikers at? [CROWD] RIGHT HERE! Where that Henny at? [CROWD] RIGHT HERE! Who smoking that LOUD? [CROWD] RIGHT HERE! Where that 1738? [CROWD] RIGHT HERE! Then somebody pour that shit! [MASSIVE BASS DROP] [FINAL HOOK — WHOLE CLUB] BIKES! OUTSIDE! BOTTLES! ON ICE! LADIES ON THE POLE! ALL NIGHT! O’MENS THROW A PARTY— GODDAMN RIGHT! 1738! POUR THAT SHIT! HENNESSY! POUR THAT SHIT! RÉMY IN THE CUP! POUR THAT SHIT! SMOKING THAT LOUD! TURN THAT SHIT UP! O’MENS IN THIS BITCH— NOW TURN THAT SHIT UP! [OUTRO — ENGINES STARTING] Ooooooooooooo’MENNNNNSSSS! Wild nights. Fast bikes. Strong drinks. LOUD in the air. And one hell of a fucking party. O’MENS MC. O-4-4-0.