Yung Joc - BYOB lyrics

(Yung Joc) Joc Joc don't stop, oh my God you're so hot Catch me on yo' block with 4 glocks and 4 shots Bet you n***az know not, try me like a ho not n***az run in, kick the do', f**k a do' knock Gotta make the quarter, I mix it with the soda I chop the dope and sell it with the Razor Motorola Hold up 'fore I have to load up, hollow tips they explode up Leave you p**y n***az wet as chocha stankin with the odor (Chorus) Bring your own beer to the party - aight~! Bring your own beer to the party - aight~! Bring your own beer to the party motherf**kers cause I heard you came to have a good time - aight~! Alright, alright, alright, alright - ah let's go~! Alright, alright, alright, alright - ah let's go~! Alright, alright, alright, alright - ah let's go~! Alright, alright, alright, alright - let's go motherf**ker! (Yung Joc) Yeahhhhhhhh Yung Joc so jiggy, Lear Jet to yo' city Monday night, Magic City, thunderstorm when I'm tippin Ice game, super nifty, super kush, two for fifty Fat boy yellin out, pop bottles 'til I'm tipsy I like my chick booty big-o, lay my head on them big ole's Put her on her tiptoes, I get up in the middle I don't wine them, dine them, or rest have 'em I'm the #1 playboy, I press play and (Chorus) (Yung Joc) Party like a rockstar, better yet, block bar Lighter to the ceiling, grab a beer, pop the top boi I.F. so clear, freezer burn both ears Elders say "Oh dear" when they hear I'm near Rubber burn first gear, platinum on my first year Wood on my sheer, put my wood all in her grill Roof on fire, sound the alarm We don't need water (let the motherf**ker burn) (Chorus) (Yung Joc) Ha ha, 5 4 3 2, R-2-D-2 Let me see your robot, a little dance that we do Pyrite, no left, I'm hype, with no help On cloud 9 - heart racin like Corvette I need a material girl in a material world Give me slim on the backseat of my Imperial girl Go and show me what you work with, girl that's a perfect fit Hold up, stop, it hurts when you twist it (Chorus - to fade)