Intro

Intro Lyrics

Teen drinkning is very bad
yo i got a fake id though
yeeah, yeeah,yo, 2 step wit me, 2 step wit me

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 hard core
or maybe cause she heard that i buy out the stores
bottom of the 9th in the series gotta score
if i gotta move on to the next floor
here comes the 3 to the 2 to the 1
somebody trippin he dont know i gotta gun
when it comes to pop man do this for fun
you ant got one nigga you betta run
now im in the back gettin head from a hun
while she goin down i breakin down what i done
she smokin my stuff sayin she aint havin fun
chick give it back now you aint gettin none

[chorus]
everybody in this b**ch gettin tipsy, everybody in this b**ch gettin tipsy
now everybody in this b**ch gettin tipsy
everybody in this b**ch gettin tipsy
now everybody in this b**ch gettin tipsy
everybody in this b**ch gettin tipsy
now everybody in this b**ch gettin tipsy
everybody in this b**ch gettin tipsy

2, here comes the 3 to the 4 to the 5,
now im lookin at shorty right in the eye
couple seconds passed now im lookin at her thighs
while she tellin me how much she hated her guy
she said she got a kid but she got her tubes tied
if you 21 girl thats all right
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 im thinkin that koo
bit instead of one lifestyle 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 told me she dont run with a crew
you know how i do but i guess why i gotta do

[chorus]

3, here comes the 4 to the 5 to the 6
self explanatory i aint gotta say im rich
this single man aint tryna get hitched
nigga waste it on me man son o f a b**ch
brushed it all off now im back to gettin lit
grisa orange juice man this is some good ish
homebody trippin cause im starin at his chick
now he on the side line starin at my clique
here comes the 5 to the 4 to the 3
hands in the air if you cats drunk as me
club on the set kwon cut out them trees
dude i dont care im a p.i.m.p

[chorus]

everybody in this b**ch gettin tipsy
everybody in this b**ch gettin tipsy
everybody in this b**ch gettin tipsy
everybody in this b**ch gettin tipsy