Murphy Lee - Tipsy (Murphy Lee & Chingy Remix) lyrics

[Intro:] [J-Kwon] Ay yo Track Boys This possibly be the biggest remix ever Let's go! [Verse 1:] [J-Kwon] A here comes the B to the C to the D No cat out the Lou Gangsta as me Ya'll hit two, I'm jus goin' for three Bottle full of Cris But I still rock a T And ya'll gotta love the fact That I'm from the streets Drink so much that It f**ed up my T People wasn't drunk So why they wanna be 'Cuz you get eleven thousand dpins 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" b**h, I'm here to stay! [Chorus repeat 2X] Now everybody everybody Everybody everybody Everybody in the club gettin tipsy Now everybody everybody Everybody everybody Everybody in the club gettin tipsy [Verse 2:] [Chingy] I pulled up to the club already filthy She say she don't get f**ed She innocent til proven guilty Walkin' VIP Cats screaming GIB Skull cap with a bib? On the back DTP This girl staring So I put a spell on her like a gypsy We bought up the bar With hundreds Some drunk Not tipsy Don't trip cuz the whole St. Louis is riding with me Cats start hating 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 ooo zee Plus if I blow somebody They gon' try to sue me If rapping was a film I'm starring in this movie The Git It Boys hurr They gon get some boozee? Lets take it from the club to the ja-cuzzi [Repeat Chorus 2x:] [Verse 3:] [Murphy Lee:] (Ay yo) 1 I am the dude that the people call Murph Check my resume You can see I put in work Two (two) women That I add to my phone Three roll [?] Smoke one when I get home Four real dirty you and I [?] Those the people I thank For my damn record sales Five new broads and one ain't broke White Porsche truck Wood grain like coke Now everybody in the club Lookin spiffy Mamma got on a dress Boots from the sixties Oh girl Shantay tipsy Kim, Kesha and Pam All leaving with me Jackers wanna get me It's not that simply Seventeen fillin' up But you can make it empty Now which one of ya'll n***as wanna tempt me? (Now which one of ya'll n***as wanna tempt me?) [Repeat Chorus 2X:] [Repeat 4X:] Everybody in the club gettin' tipsy