[Intro - J-Kwon]
Teen Drinking, is very bad
Yo I got a fake id tho
Yea(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 giggle 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 lets see if I can 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 shit we do this 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 gun
She smokin' my stuff saying she ain't havin fun
Bitch give it back now you don't get none

[Chorus] x4
Everybody in the club gettin' tipsy
(Everybody in the club gettin' tipsy)

[Verse 2]
One, 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 had a guy
Say she got a kid but she got her tubes tied
Girl you 21 girl thats 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 chest and right out the blue
Girl you super thick so I'm thinkin thats coo'
But instead of one life girl I need two
Her eyes got big when she glanced at my jewels
Expression on my face like she don'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 the club gettin' tipsy
(Everybody in the club gettin' tipsy)

[Verse 3]
Three, then comes the four to the five to the six
Suckas run into me, 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 shit
Homeboy trippin' cause I'm starin' at his bitch
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 say 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 the club gettin' tipsy
(Everybody in the club gettin' tipsy)


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