Tipsy Song Lyrics
by J-kwon

J-kwon
Miscellaneous
Tipsy
[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 in the series gotta

score,
if not i gotta move on to the next

floor,
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 this

for fun,
you aint got one nigga you betta run,
now i'm in the back gettin ? from my

hunz,
while she goin down i'm breakin

down what i done,
she smokin my stuff sayin she aint

havin fun,
chick give it back now you don't get

none.

[chorus]
Now everybody in the club gettin

tipsy, everybody in the club gettin

tipsy,
Now everybody in the club gettin

tipsy,
everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Now everybody in the club gettin

tipsy,
everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Now everybody in the club gettin

tipsy,
everybody in the club gettin tipsy.

[verse 2]
2, here comes the 3 to the 4 to the

5,
now i'm lookin at shorty right in the
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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,
?? 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,
i could spend ? i aint gotta say i'm

rich,
this single man aint tryna get hitched,
nigga waste it on me man son of a

bitch,
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 air if you cats drunk as

me,
club on the set kwon cut out them

trees,
dude i don't care i'm a p.i.m.p.

[chorus]

everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
everybody in the club gettin tipsy.