Tipsy (real dirty) Song Lyrics
Tipsy (real dirty) by J-Kwon (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 and a nigga gotta score,
if not i gotta move on to the whore,
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 sh*t for fun,
you aint got one nigga you betta run,
now i'm in the back gettin head from my hunz,
while she goin down i'm breakin down what i done,
she smokin my blunts sayin she aint havin fun,
b**ch give it back now you don't get none.
(chorus)
Now everybody in dis b**ch gettin tipsy,
everybody in dis b**ch gettin tipsy,
Now everybody in dis b**ch gettin tipsy,
everybody in dis b**ch gettin tipsy,
Now everybody in dis b**ch gettin tipsy,
everybody in dis b**ch gettin tipsy,
Now everybody in dis b**ch gettin tipsy,
everybody in dis b**ch 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 passed 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,
if you 21 girl that's alright,
i wonder if a 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,
notice that a 1 life fellow so i need 2,
her eyes got big when she glanced at my jewels,
expression on her face like she aint got a clue,
and she told me she don't run with a crew,
you know how i do but i guess why i gotta do.
(chorus)
(verse 3)
3, here comes the 4 to the 5 to the 6,
just because i'm on tour aint gotta say i'm rich,
this single man aint tryna get hitched,
nigga waste it don't be mad son of a b**ch,
brushed it all off now i'm back to gettin lit,
grisa 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,
here comes the 5 to the 4 to the 3,
hands in the urr if you cats drunk as me,
club on the set kwon cut out them trees,
dude i don't curr i'm a p.i.m.p.
(chorus)
everybody in dis b**ch gettin tipsy,
everybody in dis b**ch gettin tipsy,
everybody in dis b**ch gettin tipsy,
everybody in dis b**ch gettin tipsy.