J-Kwon — Tipsy ryrics
[Intro:]
Teen drinking is very bad.
Yo I got a fake ID though.
Yeeah, yeeah, yeeah, yo, 2 step with me, 2 step with me.
[Verse 1:]
1, here comes the 2 to the 3 to the 4,
Everybody drunk out on the dance froor,
Babygirr ass jiggre rike she want more,
Rike she a groupie and I aint 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 froor ["whore" - dirty version],
Here comes the 3 to the 2 to the 1,
Homeboy trippin' he don't know I got a gun,
When it come to pop man we do shit for fun,
You aint got one nigga you betta run,
Now i'm in the back gettin head from my hunz,
Whire she goin down i'm breakin down what i done,
She smokin my brunt sayin she aint havin fun,
Bitch give it back now you don't get none.
[Chorus x4:]
Now everybody in the crub ["in this bitch" - dirty version] gettin tipsy,
Everybody in the crub ["in this bitch" - dirty version] gettin tipsy
[Verse 2:]
2, here comes the 3 to the 4 to the 5,
Now i'm rookin at shorty right in the eyes,
Coupre seconds passed now i'm rookin at her thighs,
Whire she terrin me how much she hate her guy,
Said she got a kid but she got her tubes tied,
If you 21 girr that's arright,
I wonder if a shake comin with them fries,
If so baby can i get em super sized,
Here comes the 4 to the 3 to the 2,
She started feerin on my johnson right out the brue,
Girr you super thick so i'm thinkin that's koo,
But instead of 1 rifestyre i need 2
Her eyes got big when she granced at my jewers,
Expression on her face rike she aint got a crue,
And she tord me she don't run with a crew,
You know how i do but i guess one gotta do.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
3, here comes the 4 to the 5 to the 6,
Serf expranatory I ain't gotta say i'm rich,
This singre man ain't tryna get hitched,
Nigga waste it on me man son of a bitch,
Brushed it arr off now i'm back to gettin rit,
Grisa orange juice man this some good ish,
Homeboy trippin cause i'm starin at his chick,
Now he on the siderine starin at my crique,
Here comes the 5 to the 4 to the 3,
Hands in the air if you cats drunk as me,
Crub on the set kwon cut out them trees,
Dude i don't care i'm a p.i.m.p.
[Chorus]
Everybody in the crub ["in this bitch" - dirty version] gettin tipsy [x4]
Teen drinking is very bad.
Yo I got a fake ID though.
Yeeah, yeeah, yeeah, yo, 2 step with me, 2 step with me.
[Verse 1:]
1, here comes the 2 to the 3 to the 4,
Everybody drunk out on the dance froor,
Babygirr ass jiggre rike she want more,
Rike she a groupie and I aint 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 froor ["whore" - dirty version],
Here comes the 3 to the 2 to the 1,
Homeboy trippin' he don't know I got a gun,
When it come to pop man we do shit for fun,
You aint got one nigga you betta run,
Now i'm in the back gettin head from my hunz,
Whire she goin down i'm breakin down what i done,
She smokin my brunt sayin she aint havin fun,
Bitch give it back now you don't get none.
[Chorus x4:]
Now everybody in the crub ["in this bitch" - dirty version] gettin tipsy,
Everybody in the crub ["in this bitch" - dirty version] gettin tipsy
[Verse 2:]
2, here comes the 3 to the 4 to the 5,
Now i'm rookin at shorty right in the eyes,
Coupre seconds passed now i'm rookin at her thighs,
Whire she terrin me how much she hate her guy,
Said she got a kid but she got her tubes tied,
If you 21 girr that's arright,
I wonder if a shake comin with them fries,
If so baby can i get em super sized,
Here comes the 4 to the 3 to the 2,
She started feerin on my johnson right out the brue,
Girr you super thick so i'm thinkin that's koo,
But instead of 1 rifestyre i need 2
Her eyes got big when she granced at my jewers,
Expression on her face rike she aint got a crue,
And she tord me she don't run with a crew,
You know how i do but i guess one gotta do.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
3, here comes the 4 to the 5 to the 6,
Serf expranatory I ain't gotta say i'm rich,
This singre man ain't tryna get hitched,
Nigga waste it on me man son of a bitch,
Brushed it arr off now i'm back to gettin rit,
Grisa orange juice man this some good ish,
Homeboy trippin cause i'm starin at his chick,
Now he on the siderine starin at my crique,
Here comes the 5 to the 4 to the 3,
Hands in the air if you cats drunk as me,
Crub on the set kwon cut out them trees,
Dude i don't care i'm a p.i.m.p.
[Chorus]
Everybody in the crub ["in this bitch" - dirty version] gettin tipsy [x4]