J-Kwon Lyrics
J-Kwon Lyrics
"Tipsy (Young Buck Remix) Lyrics"
The 33rd of August Lyrics
Today, there’s no salvation, the band’s packed up and gone Left me standing with my penny in my hand there’s a big crowd at the station where the blind man sings his song But he can see what they cant understand. (CHORUS) Its the thirty-third of August and I’m finally touching down Eight
Today, there’s no salvation, the band’s packed up and gone Left me standing with my penny in my hand there’s a big crowd at the station where the blind man sings his song But he can see what they cant understand. (CHORUS) Its the thirty-third of August and I’m finally touching down Eight
[Intro:]
Teen drinking is very bad.
Yo I got a fake ID though.
Yeeah, yeeah, yeeah, 2 step with me, 2 step with me.
[Verse 1:]
1, here comes the 2 to the 3 to the 4,
Everybody drunk out on the dance floor,
Babygirl ass jiggle like she want more,
Like she a groupie and I aint 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 9th and a nigga gotta score,
If not i gotta move on to the next floor,
Here comes the 3 to the 2 to the 1,
Homeboy trippin' he don't know I got a gun,
When it come to pop man we do this for fun,
Speed Lyrics
Speed, run the thoughts inside your brain Try to catch them once And you'll be alone There's nowhere to go Speed, all the memories will come Try to make them live And you'll get so lost From the present to the past With speed we go But still don't know What's hidden in there
You aint got one nigga you betta run,
Now i'm in the back gettin head from my hunz,
While she goin down i'm breakin down what i done,
She smokin my stuff sayin she aint havin fun,
Bitch give it back now you don't get none.
[Chorus:]
Now everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Now everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Now everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Now everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Everybody in the club gettin tipsy.
Verse 2:]
2, here comes the 3 to the 4 to the 5,
Couple seconds passed now i'm lookin at her thighs,
While she tellin me how much she hate her guy,
Said she got a kid but she got her tubes tied,
If you 21 girl that's alright,
I wonder if a shake comin with them fries,
If so baby can i get em super sized,
Here comes the 4 to the 3 to the 2,
She started feelin on my johnson right out the blue,
Girl you super thick so i'm thinkin that's kool,
But instead of 1 lifestyle i need 2
Her eyes got big when she glanced at my jewels,
Expression on her face like she aint got a clue,
And she told me she don't run with a crew
You know how i do but i guess one gotta do.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
3, here comes the 4 to the 5 to the 6,
Self explanatory I ain't gotta say i'm rich,
This single man aint tryna get hitched,
Nigga waste it on me man son of a bitch,
Brushed it all off now i'm back to gettin lit,
Grisa orange juice man this some good ish,
Homeboy trippin cause i'm starin at his chick,
Now he on the sideline starin at my clique,
Here comes the 5 to the 4 to the 3,
Hands in the air if you cats drunk as me,
Club on the set kwon cut out them trees,
Dude i don't care i'm a p.i.m.p.
[Chorus]
Speed, run the thoughts inside your brain Try to catch them once And you'll be alone There's nowhere to go Speed, all the memories will come Try to make them live And you'll get so lost From the present to the past With speed we go But still don't know What's hidden in there
You aint got one nigga you betta run,
Now i'm in the back gettin head from my hunz,
While she goin down i'm breakin down what i done,
She smokin my stuff sayin she aint havin fun,
Bitch give it back now you don't get none.
[Chorus:]
Now everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Now everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Now everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Now everybody in the club gettin tipsy,
Everybody in the club gettin tipsy.
Verse 2:]
2, here comes the 3 to the 4 to the 5,
Soir?e Lyrics
You can take me any place you want to take me I can be your long lost soul. You and me together we can be forever No one ever needs to know. Glowing on the outside, Burning on the inside I know what you really feel. Time to set fire to your little heart now You know all it wants is me.
Now i'm lookin at shorty right in her eyes,You can take me any place you want to take me I can be your long lost soul. You and me together we can be forever No one ever needs to know. Glowing on the outside, Burning on the inside I know what you really feel. Time to set fire to your little heart now You know all it wants is me.
Couple seconds passed now i'm lookin at her thighs,
While she tellin me how much she hate her guy,
Said she got a kid but she got her tubes tied,
If you 21 girl that's alright,
I wonder if a shake comin with them fries,
If so baby can i get em super sized,
Here comes the 4 to the 3 to the 2,
She started feelin on my johnson right out the blue,
Girl you super thick so i'm thinkin that's kool,
But instead of 1 lifestyle i need 2
Her eyes got big when she glanced at my jewels,
Expression on her face like she aint got a clue,
And she told me she don't run with a crew
Educated Fool Lyrics
As I roll over in my bed, the same old thoughts run through my head What are you getting up for I look outside, the night still rules, an incarcerated fool And my prison cell is school So I open the door to my new day, bad thoughts should go away But the morning is so grey How am I supposed to understa
,As I roll over in my bed, the same old thoughts run through my head What are you getting up for I look outside, the night still rules, an incarcerated fool And my prison cell is school So I open the door to my new day, bad thoughts should go away But the morning is so grey How am I supposed to understa
You know how i do but i guess one gotta do.
[Chorus]
[Verse 3:]
3, here comes the 4 to the 5 to the 6,
Self explanatory I ain't gotta say i'm rich,
This single man aint tryna get hitched,
Nigga waste it on me man son of a bitch,
Brushed it all off now i'm back to gettin lit,
Grisa orange juice man this some good ish,
Homeboy trippin cause i'm starin at his chick,
Now he on the sideline starin at my clique,
Here comes the 5 to the 4 to the 3,
Hands in the air if you cats drunk as me,
Club on the set kwon cut out them trees,
Dude i don't care i'm a p.i.m.p.
[Chorus]