[Intro - J-Kwon] w/ (ad-libs)
Ayo Track Boys
This could possibly be the biggest remix ever
Lets go!
Track Boys! (J-Kwon)
Yeah (Ching-a-ling, Murph Derp)
True story, true story
[Verse 1 - J-Kwon]
A here comes the B to the C to the D
No cat out the Lou gangsta as me
Y`all hit two, I`m just goin for three
Bottle full of Cris, but I still rock a tee
And you got a little fat denim, from the streets
Drink so much that it fucked up my tee
People wasn`t drunk, so why they wanna be
Cause you get eleven thousand spins in a week
Here comes the C to the B to the A
Never fall off like B2K
Wanna get tipsy, you one drink away
Why would I buy when it`s better when you pay
Track Boys from the Lou, Jermaine from the A
But they got the boy gettin tipsy with Sway
Then she said she had somethin to say
One hit wonder please I`m here to stay!
[Chorus - J-Kwon]
Now e`rybody, e`rybody, e`rybody, e`rybody
(E`rybody in the club get tipsy)
Oo-ooh, Now e`rybody, e`rybody, e`rybody, e`rybody
(E`rybody in the club get tipsy)
Oo-ooh, Now e`rybody, e`rybody, e`rybody, e`rybody
(E`rybody in the club get tipsy)
Oo-ooh, Now e`rybody, e`rybody, e`rybody, e`rybody
(E`rybody in the club get tipsy)
[Verse 2 - Chingy]
Stop! I pulled up to the club already filthy
She say she don`t give head, she innocent til proven guilty
Walkin VIP, cats screamin GIB!
Skull cap with a bib on the back DTP
This girl starin so I put a spell on her like a gypsy
We bought up the bar with hundreds some drunk not tipsy
Don`t trip cause the whole St. Louis is ridin with me
Cats start hatin, tell them people come get me
Yeah! here comes the king of the Midwest C
H to the I to the N to the G (Y)
My homies in the back puffin on some ooo wee
I know the owner so I snuck in the Uzi
Plus if I blow somebody they gon` try to sue me
If rappin was a film I`m starin in this movie
The Git It Boys hurr, they gon retch and boozee
Let`s take it from the club to the ja-cuzzi
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Murphy Lee]
Ayo one I am the dude that the people call Murph (Murph)
Check my resume you can see I put in work (work)
Two new women that I add to my phone (phone)
Three roll joints, smoke one when I get home (home)
Four real dirty you and I versale (sale)
Those the people I thank, when my damn record sales (sale)
Five new problems and one ain`t broke (broke)
White Porsche truck wood grain like Coke
Now e`rybody in the club lookin spiffy
Mama got on a dress, boots from the sixties
Oh girl pissy, Shantay tipsy
Kim, Kesha, and Pam all leavin wit me
Jackers wanna get me, it`s not that simply
Seventeen fillin up, but you can make it empty
Now which one of y`all niggaz wanna tempt me
(Now which one of y`all niggaz wanna tempt me)
[Chorus]
[Outro]
E`rybody in the club gettin tipsy
E`rybody in the club gettin tipsy
E`rybody in the club gettin tipsy
E`rybody in the club gettin tipsy
