Teen drinking, is very bad
Yo, I got a fake ID, though
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yo, two step with me, two step with me

One, here comes the two to the three to the four
Everybody 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 ninth and a nigga gotta score
If not, I gotta move on to the next whore
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, we do shit for fun
You ain't got one? Nigga, you better run
Now I'm in the back gettin' head from a hun
While she goin' down, I'm braggin' on what I done
She smokin' my blunt, sayin' she ain't havin' fun
Bitch, give it back, now you don't get none

Now, everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy
(Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy)
Now, everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy
(Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy)
Now, everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy
(Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy)
Now, everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy
(Everybody in this bitch gettin' 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 hate her guy?
Say she got a kid but she got her tubes tied
Girl, you 21? Girl, that's alright
I'm wonderin' if a shake comin' with them fries
If so, baby, can I get 'em super-sized?
Here comes the four to the three, to the two
She started feelin' on my Johnson, right out the blue
Girl, you super thick so I'm thinkin' that's cool
But instead of one life, I 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 with the crew
You know how I do but that's just what I gotta do

Now, everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy
(Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy)
Now, everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy
(Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy)
Now, everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy
(Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy)
Now, everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy
(Everybody in this bitch gettin' 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 tryna get hitched
Liquor wasted on me, man, son of a bitch
Brushed-ed it off now I'm back to gettin' lit
Goose and orange juice, man, this some good 'ish
Homeboy trippin' 'cause I'm starin' at his chick
Now he on the sideline starin' at my clique
Then comes the five to the four to the three
Hands in the air if you cats drunk as me
Club owner said, "Kwon put out them trees"
Dude, I don't care, I'm a P-I-M-P

Now, everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy
(Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy)
Now, everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy
(Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy)
Now, everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy
(Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy)
Now, everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy
(Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy)

(Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy)
(Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy)
(Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy)
(Everybody in this bitch gettin' tipsy) Writer/s: Anthony Joe Kent, Jerell Jones, Mark A. Williams
Publisher: Audiam, Inc., SEEKER MUSIC PORTFOLIO HOLDCO I LP, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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