Tipsy

Teen drinking is very bad
Yo, I got a fake ID, though
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo

One, here comes the two to the three to the four
Everybody drunk out on the dance floor
Baby girl ass jiggling like she want more
Like she a groupie, I ain't even on tour
Maybe 'cause she heard that I rhyme hardcore
Or maybe 'cause she heard that I buy out the stores
Bottom of the ninth and the city's gotta score
If not, I gotta move on to the next floor
Here comes the three to the two to the one
Homeboy tripping, he don't know I got a gun
When it comes to popping, man, we do this for fun
You ain't got one? Bitch, you better run
Now I'm in the back getting brain from my hun
While she going down, I'm breaking down what I done
She's flipping my stuff, said she ain't having fun
Bitch, give it back now, 'cause you don't get none

Everybody in the club getting tipsy
Everybody in the club getting tipsy
Everybody in the club getting tipsy
Everybody in the club getting tipsy

Two, here comes the three to the four to the five
Now I'm looking at shorty right in the eyes
Couple seconds pass, now I'm looking at her thighs
Now she telling me how much she hate her guy
Said she got a kid, but she got her tubes tied
If you 21, girl, that's all right
I wonder if a shake coming with them fries
If so, baby, can I get them super-sized?
Here comes the four to the three to the two
She started feeling on my ass right out the blue
Girl, you super thick, so I'm thinking that's cool
I understand that one dyke never need two
Her ass got big when she glanced at my jewels
Expression on her face like she ain't got a clue
Then she told me she don't run with the crew
You know how I do, but I guess I gotta do

Everybody in the club getting tipsy
Everybody in the club getting tipsy
Everybody in the club getting tipsy
Everybody in the club getting tipsy

Three, here comes the four to the five to the six
At the spinatory, I ain't gotta say I'm rich
This single man ain't trying to get hitched
Wasted on me, man, son of a bitch
Brushed it off, now I'm back to getting lit
With some orange juice, man, this some good ish
Homeboy tripping 'cause I'm staring at his chick
Now he on the sideline staring at my clique
Here comes the five to the four to the three
Hands in the air if you can't stroke as me
Dub on the set, Quan cut out them trees
Dude, I don't care, I'm a P-I-M-P

Everybody in the club getting tipsy
Everybody in the club getting tipsy
Everybody in the club getting tipsy
Everybody in the club getting tipsy

Everybody in the club getting tipsy
Everybody in the club getting tipsy
Everybody in the club getting tipsy
Everybody in the club getting tipsy