Lyrics:
pay the DJ to play my shit
[Chorus]
[Lil' Jon]
Yeah, hey, hey, hey
With the bull pimp cup man I'm sloppy drunk
I don't broke into club it's
Every evening you will find him
Around our neighborhood
It's the old dope peddler
That we know by doing good
Started off with a OZ end up riding fo'
pay the DJ to play my shit
[Chorus]
[Lil' Jon]
Yeah, hey, hey, hey
With the bull pimp cup man I'm sloppy drunk
I don't broke into club it's
.
Up on a mountain jerkin' off.
Down by the river jerkin' off.
And that's when I had my epiphany.
You can't spend your whole life jerkin' off
some company, I need some company
I need you to take my mind off being in my prime
Some company
I'm a dog, I'm in heat, baby, heat, baby
I'm a dog,
got just enough
To get off in this club
Have me a good time, before my time is up
Hey, let's get it now
Ooh, I want the time of my life, yeah
Oh,
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
(Nothing at all)
(Nothing at all)
(Nothing at all)
(Nothing at all)
I'll get by with nothing at all
Fill my mind with nothing at all
Waste my time
said "Sorry son it's gone gone gone"
Well there's men hunkered down by the railroad tracks
The Elkhorn Special blowin' my hair back
Tents pitched
self, I have son ridin' shotgun
My mind's my nine, my pen's my MAC-10
My target, all you wack niggas who started rappin'
Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo,
self, I have son ridin' shotgun
My mind's my nine, my pen's my MAC-10
My target, all you wack niggas who started rappin'
Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo,
on smack on some of this dick Tracy
Arrest her, book her, fingerprint your hooker
You took her to the club and now her body is full of liquor
Off that
'bows)
Hit by stars, hit by cars
Drunk off the liquor getting hit by bars
Keep your girl close 'cause she's hit by far
Hit by the Neptunes, hit by
And show that pretty pink n go get my cash.
What it is baby
Come on show me love
What it is baby
When you fall off in the club
I might break you
believe that
I fell into a little tree sap
I got a woman at home, ain't fell in love where the weeds at
Started off with a dime, but by the time I was
forget that boy told you
Get, that, dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all, proud to be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle some things,
One - thug in the club, two - models to go
Three - bottles of Arma', four jars of dro
Five shots to draw, my six hits took off
Seven you make Heaven,
of thought
Runnin' right on time
But it's off the track
And I'm losing my mind
'Cause the way you used me
Gonna drive me insane honey
Say you'll never
this time
And I don't think, I'll ever get her off of my mind.
Well I only met her 'bout a week ago
But the way she smiles let me know
That she
My pockets on swoll' my rims all grown
When I hit the club everything goes
Bottles in the air put your lighters in the air
But when I'm in here I
high, we burning up the sky
We got the dance all crazy, got the club on fire
I like the way you dance, you got me in a trance
My baby she don't mind
Hey!
What?
Turn that off!
Dad, this is the best part!
Turn it off!
No!
It's too late for this, turn it off!
Dad, this is the best part, come
sittin' in my truck, snakin' the club out
Kill this sip then go wild the fuck out
Up in the club with my hands in the air
There's so much coochie in
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