This the shit that happen when we go out on the town
This the shit that happen when we go out on the town
Bottles get to popping and them bitches get to jocking
And the kush bag that we smoking on be loud
This the shit that happen when we go out on the town
This the shit that happen when we go out on the town
Bottles get to popping and them bitches get to jocking
And the kush bag that we smoking on be loud
Pull up to the club, you can hear the car running
Tip the door man, so you know I got a gun in
Promoter already paid my money
I'mma make it rain on sugar and honey
Bigga baby Bigga baby, ball like a dawg
It's enough of me to go 'round for both of y'all
Me and my clique, we the t-shirt gang
50 niggas deep, going "bang bang bang!"
Black Tee, black tee, bottles in the air
Niggas think J-Bo and Meech back here
Niggas think Charles Black back on set
Niggas think Tera White back on deck
So respect my mind, respect my grind
Walk right past don't respect, don't mind
20 young broads like a cheer leading squad
All they wanna do is hang out with the stars
All they wanna do is get high like the moon
Take a nigga back to the hotel room
Sex, drugs, rap, roll, yeah we on it
L.A. tonight, Miami in the morning
Know a nigga had to hit the King Of Diamonds
Know a nigga had to do the same shit again
Know my next show in the city of sin
Tip back home and we at it again
This the shit that happen when we go out on the town
This the shit that happen when we go out on the town
Bottles get to popping and them bitches get to jocking
And the kush bag that we smoking on be loud
This the shit that happen when we go out on the town
This the shit that happen when we go out on the town
Bottles get to popping and them bitches get to jocking
And the kush bag that we smoking on be loud
Let's go
Thirty car deep me, need the whole valet
From everything new to the old Chevrolet
Half of them them bitches ain't got no tops
Half of them bitches park brand new drops
All them bitches got brand new wheels
None of my niggas ain't got no deal
None of my niggas ain't got no job
All of my niggas got 2 or 3 cars
What you mean nigga ain't got no cares?
Like telling OG she ain't go no ass
Don't look now nigga, Sugar on the stage
Five stack for the song, nigga Sug' got a raise
How you know a nig' got all that work?
'Cause he got three-four XL shirts
Why a nigga name so hot in the city?
'Cause he got three-four spots in the city
It's soft on the east, hard on the west
Smoke on the south side y'all know the rest
32 O then it ain't no plan
No income, no stone then it ain't no watch
Is it in the front then it ain't no Coupe
Didn't come from L.A. then it ain't no Snoop
G.A. baby wanna smoke that brown
Your name ain't Young then this ain't your town
Nothing said pussy like 3 Rosay
Locked that post screaming free Jose
Nothing said chip like Frito Lay
Keep playing that Young-Mike, go DJ
Matter of fact dawg, free all my niggas
Gotta cell phone 'bout to call my niggas
Know what I did then you might be a legend
Play it one more time then I might spend seven
This the shit that happen when we go out on the town
This the shit that happen when we go out on the town
Bottles get to popping and them bitches get to jocking
And the kush bag that we smoking on be loud
This the shit that happen when we go out on the town
This the shit that happen when we go out on the town
Bottles get to popping and them bitches get to jocking
And the kush bag that we smoking on be loud
Loads of sugar with us, they smokin' like chimney
Me muggin' like my enemy sick of me, no fear me
Loads of sugar with us, they smokin' like chimney
Me muggin' like my enemy sick of me, no fear me
