*featuring Young Buck
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[Intro:]
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Teen drinking is very bad.
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Yo I got a fake ID though.
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Yeeah, yeeah, yeeah, 2 step with me, 2 step with me.
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[Verse 1:]
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1, here comes the 2 to the 3 to the 4,
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Everybody drunk out on the dance floor,
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Babygirl ass jiggle like she want more,
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Like she a groupie and I aint even on tour,
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Maybe cause she heard that I rhyme hardcore,
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Or maybe cause she heard that I buy out the stores,
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Bottom of the 9th and a nigga gotta score,
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If not i gotta move on to the next floor,
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Here comes the 3 to the 2 to the 1,
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Homeboy trippin' he don't know I got a gun,
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When it come to pop man we do shit for fun,
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You aint got one nigga you betta run,
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Now i'm in the back gettin head from my hunz,
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While she goin down i'm breakin down what i done,
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She smokin my blunt sayin she aint havin fun,
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Bitch give it back now you don't get none.
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[Chorus:]
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Now everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
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Everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
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Now everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
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Everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
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Now everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
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Everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
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Now everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
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Everybody in the club gettin tipsy.
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[Young Buck:]
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I'm on the dance floor tipsy, Swimmin wit the dolphins
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Every im at in my cup hypnotic coughin its j-Kwon and
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The kid they call Buck ima shine whereva stuntin them
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Princess cuts White gold on my chest and white gold in
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My mouth i ride dirty and i'm treel but i ain't from
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The south from the m-dot east side connect game and
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You can find me in the vip twistin them thangz,shorty
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Like watz your name i know you rap girl sed i ain't get
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Tipsy let me get at that i carocade outside look like a
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Funeral and when we p-ly pimpin thats the usual leon
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On the dash wit the polo shoes i ride dolo wom just to
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Take home you she got a tip trail on her behind without
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The baby phat the that she movin ain't no tellin wat ima
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Do to that.
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[Verse 2:]
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2, here comes the 3 to the 4 to the 5,
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Now i'm lookin at shorty right in the eyes,
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Couple seconds passed now i'm lookin at her thighs,
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While she tellin me how much she hate her guy,
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Said she got a kid but she got her tubes tied,
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If you 21 girl that's alright,
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I wonder if a shake comin with them fries,
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If so baby can i get em super sized,
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Here comes the 4 to the 3 to the 2,
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She started feelin on my johnson right out the blue,
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Girl you super thick so i'm thinkin that's kool,
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But instead of 1 lifestyle i need 2
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Her eyes got big when she glanced at my jewels,
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Expression on her face like she aint got a clue,
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And she told me she don't run with a crew,
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You know how i do but i guess one gotta do.
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3:]
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3, here comes the 4 to the 5 to the 6,
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Self explanatory I ain't gotta say i'm rich,
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This single man aint tryna get hitched,
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Nigga waste it on me man son of a bitch,
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Brushed it all off now i'm back to gettin lit,
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Grisa orange juice man this some good ish,
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Homeboy trippin cause i'm starin at his chick,
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Now he on the sideline starin at my clique,
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Here comes the 5 to the 4 to the 3,
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Hands in the air if you cats drunk as me,
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Club on the set kwon cut out them trees,
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Dude i don't care i'm a p.i.m.p.
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[Chorus]
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Tipsy (Young Buck Remix)
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| J-Kwon |
