Murphy Lee - Still Tipsy (Remix) lyrics

[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 f**ed 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! [Hook - 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 [Hook] [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 n***as wanna tempt me (Now which one of y'all n***as wanna tempt me) [Hook] [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