Tipsy (murphy Lee And Chingy Remix) Lyrics - Chingy

Teen drinking, is very bad 

Yo, I got a fake I.D. though 

Yeah 

Yeah, Yeah 

Yo, two step wit' me, two step wit' me 

One, here comes the two to the three to the four 

Everybody drunk out on the dance floor 

Baby girl ass jiggle 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 nineth and a nigga gotta score 

If not I gotta move on to the next whore 

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, we do shit for fun 

You ain't got one? Nigga you better run 

Now I'm in the back gettin' head from a hun 

While she goin' down I'm braggin' on what I done 

She smokin' my blunt sayin' she ain't havin' fun 

Bitch give it back now you don't get none 

Everybody in the club gettin' tipsy 

(Everybody in the club gettin' tipsy) 

Everybody in the club gettin' tipsy 

(Everybody in the club gettin' tipsy) 

Everybody in the club gettin' tipsy 

(Everybody in the club gettin' tipsy) 

Everybody in the club gettin' tipsy 

(Everybody in the club gettin' tipsy) 

Two, 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 hate her guy 

Say she got a kid but she got her tubes tied 

Girl you 21 girl that's 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 Johnson, right out the blue 

Girl you super thick so I'm thinkin' thats cool 

But instead of one life hat, I need two 

Her eyes got big when she glanced at my jewels 

Expression on her face like she ain'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 

Everybody in the club gettin' tipsy 

(Everybody in the club gettin' tipsy) 

Everybody in the club gettin' tipsy 

(Everybody in the club gettin' tipsy) 

Everybody in the club gettin' tipsy 

(Everybody in the club gettin' tipsy) 

Everybody in the club gettin' tipsy 

(Everybody in the club gettin' tipsy) 

Three, then comes the four to the five, to the six 

Self explanatory, 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 'ish 

Homeboy trippin' cause I'm starin' at his chick 

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 said, "Kwon put out those trees" 

Dude I don't care I'm a P.I.M.P! 

Everybody in the club gettin' tipsy 

(Everybody in the club gettin' tipsy) 

Everybody in the club gettin' tipsy 

(Everybody in the club gettin' tipsy) 

Everybody in the club gettin' tipsy 

(Everybody in the club gettin' tipsy) 

Everybody in the club gettin' tipsy 

(Everybody in the club gettin' tipsy)