Tipsy Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, 2 step with me, 2 step with me

One, here comes the two to the three to the four
Errbody 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 floor

Here comes the three to the two to the one
Homeboy trippin' hell no I got a gun
When it come to pop, we do this for fun
You ain't got one sticky 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 stuff saying she ain't havin fun
Bitch give it back now you don't get none

Everybody in the club get tips
(Everybody in the club get tipsy)
Everybody in the club get tips
(Everybody in the club get tipsy)
Everybody in the club get tips
(Everybody in the club get tipsy)
Everybody in the club get tips
(Everybody in the club get tipsy)

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 hated guys
Say she got a kid but she got her tubes tied
If you were 21 girl that's alright
I'm wonderin' if a shake comin' wit' them 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'
Instead of one life,eva 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

Everybody in the club get tips
(Everybody in the club get tipsy)
Everybody in the club get tips
(Everybody in the club get tipsy)
Everybody in the club get tips
(Everybody in the club get tipsy)
Everybody in the club get tips
(Everybody in the club get tipsy)

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 err if you cats drunk as me
Club owner said Kwon put out them trees.
U dont cerr I'm a P.I.M.P!

Everybody in the club get tips
(Everybody in the club get tipsy)
Everybody in the club get tips
(Everybody in the club get tipsy)
Everybody in the club get tips
(Everybody in the club get tipsy)
Everybody in the club get tips
(Everybody in the club get tipsy)