[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)