Blak Jak - Bobbin My Head lyrics

[Talking] Haha That's why I be in the back of the club man Know what I'm talkin bout, with a bottle in my hand Know what I'm talkin bout - pourin purp in my mouth Man chillin man, know what I'm talkin bout - gyeah [Verse 1 - Blak Jak] I'm in the club, posted in the back Chillin with my n***as with a bottle full of Yak Stacks on deck everything in motion Smokin on the purp, feel like I'm three wheel coastin Cloud nine floatin - speakers bumpin loud Damn near drunk but still I'm peepin out the crowd Real G's don't dance, we keep a sharp creese Fresh to a T, nothin but diamonds in the piece So I'm rollin up the green checkin out the scene I see some n***as in the cut lookin hard, muggin mean But I ain't stuntin that - I gotta keep it movin There's too many bad b**hes in here choosin (yeah) [Chorus - Blak Jak] You can find me in the club, posted in the back Rollin up the purp, and I'm sippin on the Yak And I'm just bobbin my head - bobbin my head (bobbin my head, bobbin my head) And you can catch me in a whip, cruisin with a chick With the top let down, ridin hard gettin litted And I'm just bobbin my head - bobbin my head (bobbin my head, bobbin my head) [Verse 2 - Blak Jak] So now I two - step groovy, lookin like a playa Loose on the drank - gotta n***a hollerin'yeah Seen some n***as jumpin'round, but they don't know how to act That's why I hit the do'and head straight to the back Ask for a bottle so I can pour a round I ain't Yung Joc but it's still goin down The club scene packed, n***as steppin on my feet Young girls on the flo'walkin out to the beat And you know n***as on the lean, rockin with the snap Why the G's at the bar bobbin heads to the track Crew thick in this b**h - got my goons right beside me I just came to chill so you know where you can find me [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Blak Jak] And you can catch me in a fly whip with a bad b**h Ridin through the hood, gettin that corn bread and cabbage I gots to have it I'm tryna live lavish I'm off in Miami - spend money like it's a habit Let the top drop, while the wheels turn Down on south beach let the reefer burn Bumpin Trick Dolla"Only In America" Gas on my chest so I'm comin thru ya area Music too loud, couldn't hear what she said I ain't Shawna but I too was 'gettin head' And if I had some I would shake my dreads But I don't so I'm in the drivers seat, bobbin my head [Chorus]