Other Album Songs:
* You Don't Know
* We're Back
* City of Gold
* No Apologies
* Get Low
* Talkin
* Muurder
* Billion Bucks
* Classy Nigg
* I Got This Feelin
* B.G.s In Tha Fast Lane
* She A Lie
* Smack That (Remix)
* Cry Now (Remix)
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Yeah, Stat Quo, Doc Dre
I representin' the A town, A town
I'm comin' from the A town, A town
Shady Aftermath
Yeah, once again it's on
Em, Stat now alive form the A town on
The girls get naked soon as the song comes on
The folk get reckless it's off the chain it's on
It's papa speakers knockin' crowds off the floor
They jockin' and watchin' when I walks through the door
It's him tell a friend but you already know
Act stupid and lose it [Incomprehensible] with Quo
I'm kind of different heed not the usual
Sippin' cognac between two beautiful
[Incomprehensible] at the club talk **** at your funeral
I came to get a buzz and crunk understand yo
It's crowded in back, he's jumpin', **** it's slow
I'm cooler than cool 'cause my temperature is thirty below
I'm checkin' the scene for new cunt doppin' it low
Shakin' they ass, backin' it up, fast or slow
You know this thing don't stop till I say so
Now get low, get low, keep that **** on the floor
You know this club don't close till I say so
Now get low, get low, keep that **** on the flow
Yeah, now get low, get low, keep that **** on the floor
Get low, get low, keep that **** on the floor
Yeah, now get low, get low, keep that as****s on the floor
Get low, get low, keep that **** on the floor, yeah
It goes three two one shortie that's what's up
At the bar lookin' sober but your boy tore up
And as far as y'all who be actin' tough
I'm in the spot with the **** please believe it's tough
We ready we sweaty, it's hot, it's off the chain
We macin' and spewin' please Miss tell me what's ya name
The way you move and them jeans made me happy you came
I'm tryin' to get to know ya possibly get some brain
I need pinky rings I'm the man of your dreams
Your life if you wanna be wifey and join my team
So I can support you and support you by any means
Nah, I ain't givin' you none of my things
But we can leave the club tonight, hit the telly and cool
Long as you know when I bust I'm in the dust
Ain't no children, it ain't nothing nothing for us to discuss
Except what time your ride pickin' you up
You know this thing don't stop till I say so
Now get low, get low, keep that **** on the floor
You know this club don't close till I say so
Now get low, get low, keep that **** on the flow
Yeah, now get low, get low, keep that **** on the floor
Get low, get low, keep that **** on the floor
Yeah, now get low, get low, keep that **** on the floor
Get low, get low, keep that **** on the floor, yeah, yeah
Turn that **** around
Go on and do somethin', do somethin' girl touch the ground
Turn that **** around
Go on and do somethin', do somethin' girl touch the ground
Now drop drip drop drip low, yeah
Drop drip drop drip low, yeah
Drop drip drop drip low, yeah
Drop drip drop drip low, yeah
Re-up style
It's the re-up
This is
SongwritersMOORE, TODD / ELIZONDO, MIKE / BENTON, STANLEY BERNARD / PARKER, DAWAUN / YOUNG, ANDRE ROMELL
Published byLyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
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