| Lyrics: | (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.
(1st verse)
1, here comes the 2 to the 3 to the
4,
everybody drunk out on the dance floor,
babygirl ass jiggle like she want
more,
like she a groupie and I aint even on tour,
maybe cause she heard that I rhyme
hardcore,
or maybe cause she heard that I ride out the stores,
bottom of the 9th in the
series gotta score,
if not i gotta move on to the next floor,
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 this for
fun,
you aint got one nigga you betta run,
now i'm in the back gettin ? from my
hun,
while she goin down i'm breakin down what i done,
she smokin my stuff sayin she aint
havin fun,
chick give it back now you don't get none.
(chorus)
Now everybody in
the club gettin tipsy, everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Now everybody in the club gettin
tipsy,
everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Now everybody in the club gettin
tipsy,
everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Now everybody in the club gettin
tipsy,
everybody in the club gettin tipsy.
(verse 2)
2, here comes the 3 to the
4 to the 5,
now i'm lookin at shorty right in the eyes,
couple seconds pass now i'm lookin
at her thighs,
while she tellin me how much she hate her guy,
said she got a kid but she
got her tubes tied,
when you 21 girl that's alright,
i wonder if her 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 feelin on my johnson right out the blue,
girl you super thick so i'm thinkin that's
koo,
??? i need 2,
her eyes got big when she glanced at my jews
expression on her
face like she aint got a clue |
