Karaoké Tipsy J-Kwon

Teen drinking is very bad

Yo I got a fake ID though

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Yo two step with me two step with me

One here comes the two to the three to the four

Everybody drunk out on the dance floor

Baby girl ass jiggle like she want more

Like she a groupie and I aint even on tour

Maybe 'cos she heard that I rhyme hardcore

Or maybe 'cos she heard that I buy out the stores

Bottom of the ninth and this nigga gotta score

If not I gotta move on to the next floor

Here comes the three to the two to the one

Homeboy trippin' he don't know I got a gun

When it come to pop man we do this for fun

You aint got one nigga you betta run

Now I'm in the back gettin' head from my hunz

While she goin down I'm breakin' down what I done

She smokin' my stuff sayin' she ain't havin' fun

She give it back now you don't get none

Now everybody in the club gettin' tipsy

Now everybody in the club gettin' tipsy

Now everybody in the club gettin' tipsy

Now everybody in the club gettin' tipsy

Two here comes the three to the four to the five

Now I'm lookin' at shorty right in her eyes

Couple seconds passed now I'm lookin at her thighs

While she tellin' me how much she hate her guy

Said she got a kid but she got her tubes tied

If you twenty-one girl that's alright

I wonder if a shake comin with them fries

If so baby can I get 'em super sized

Here comes the four to the three to the two

She started feelin' on my johnson just right out the blue

Girl you super thick so

I'm thinkin that's cool

But instead of one lifestyle I need two

Her eyes got big when she glanced at my jewels

Expression on her face like she aint got a clue

And she told me she don't run with a crew

You know how I do but

I guess one gotta do

Now everybody in the club gettin' tipsy

Now everybody in the club gettin' tipsy

Now everybody in the club gettin' tipsy

Now everybody in the club gettin' tipsy

Three here comes the four to the five to the six

Self explanatory

I ain't gotta say I'm rich

This single man ain't tryna get hitched

Nigga waste it on me man son of a

Brushed it, it all off now

I'm back to gettin lit

Grisa orange juice man this some good ish

Homeboy trippin' 'cos

I'm starin' at his chick

Now he on the sideline starin' at my clique

Here comes the five to the four to the three

Hands in the air if you cats drunk as me

Club on the set kwon put out those trees

Dude I don't care

I'm a P.I.M.P

Now everybody in the club gettin' tipsy

Now everybody in the club gettin' tipsy

Now everybody in the club gettin' tipsy

Now everybody in the club gettin' tipsy