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[Intro - J-Kwon] Teen drinking, is very bad Yo I got a fake I.D. though Yea (Hot, Hot, Hot, Hot), Yea, Yea Yo, two step wit` me, two step wit` me
[Verse 1] 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 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 9th and a nigga gotta score If not I gotta move on to the next whore 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, we do shit for fun You ain`t got one? Nigga you better run Now I`m in the back getting head from a hun While she goin down I`m braggin on what I done She smokin` my blunt saying she ain`t havin fun Bitch give it back now you don`t get none
[Chorus] x4 Everybody in this bitch gettin` tipsy (Everybody in this bitch gettin` tipsy)
[Verse 2] Two, here comes the three to the four to the five Now I`m lookin` at shorty right in her eyes Couple seconds pass now I`m lookin at her thighs Why she tellin` me how much she hate her guy Say she got a kid but she got her tubes tied Girl you 21 girl that`s alright I`m wonderin` if a shake comin` wit` those fries If so baby can I get them super-sized Here comes the four to the three to the two She stay feelin` on my johnson, right out the blue Girl you super thick so I`m thinkin thats coo` But instead of one life hat, I need two Her eyes 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 wit` the crew You know how I do but that`s just what I gotta do
[Chorus] x4 Everybody in this bitch gettin` tipsy (Everybody in this bitch gettin` tipsy)
[Verse 3] Three, then comes the four to the five to the six Self Explanatory, I ain`t gotta say I`m rich Yes single man, I ain`t tryin to get hitched Liquor wasted on me man, Son of a bitch! Brushed it off now I`m back to gettin lit Wit` some orange juice man, This some good `ish Homeboy trippin` cause I`m starin` at his chick Now he on the sideline starin` at my click Here comes the five to the four to the three Hands in the air if you cats drunk as me Club owner said "Kwon put out those trees." Dude I don`t care I`m a P.I.M.P!
[Chorus] Repeat until song fades off with beat
Everybody in this bitch gettin` tipsy (Everybody in this bitch gettin` tipsy)
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