Ah (I got my prescription)
Ah (just gotta fill up, fill up, fill up)
Ah (you know, dope shit, you know)
I be going ham (ham), I be going ham (ham)
I be going ham (ham), I be going ham
Ah (slammin' wit' it)
Man, we gon' throw one back, ya hear me?
Yeah, I'm in the club hollerin', "Where the bad bitches at?"
I'm in the back, hollerin', "Where the pain pills at?" (Yeah)
I be throwin' back (back) like a quarterback (back)
I be throwin' back (back) like a quarterback (back)
I'm in the club hollerin', "Where the bad bitches at?"
I'm in the back, hollerin', "Where the pain pills at?" (Yeah)
I be throwin' back (back) like a quarterback (back)
I be throwin' back (back) like a quarterback (back)
I retired on them bars, so I be takin tabs
And you might go hard, but, bitch, I go ham
Throwin' bags like a quarterback, catch me goin' mad
And this a motherfuckin' club song, where the fuck I'm slow-dancin'?
Now let me speed it up a little
Holler at a bad bitch, like let me beat it up a little
Better take your ass home 'cause any way you pass out
If I catch my victim slippin', I'ma knock his ass off
Some niggas shake 'em up (shake 'em up)
And pine never find 'em
Some swallow sticks with spit, now that's a animal
If you ever headaches with bars fellin' down
And fillin' up like one of Eazy-E cars
You find a freak, you gon' be fuckin' all night
I guarantee you pull that rub off tonight
This for no, no, and this for niggas
For my niggas on them tabs, and them motherfuckin' sticks
I'm in the club hollerin', "Where the bad bitches at?"
I'm in the back, hollerin', "Where the pain pills at?" (Yeah)
I be throwin' back (back) like a quarterback (back)
I be throwin' back (back) like a quarterback (back)
I'm in the club hollerin', "Where the bad bitches at?"
I'm in the back, hollerin', "Where the pain pills at?" (Yeah)
I be throwin' back (back) like a quarterback (back)
I be throwin' back (back) like a quarterback (back)
You know it's how it is, you can blame it on the liquor
Blame it on the ten-pack, and blame it on the jigger
She ain't ho-, we tryna find us a flipper
Take her to the Doubletree and make her do the ripper
I'm smoking, I'm choking, and you know I'm rolling
Pain pills got you slipping, next pills got me focused
Hear a man bucking, tell him calm his ass down
'Cause I just took my last, and I need some now
And I'm a dog, bitch, you know that I'm a dog
Popping last year pills, still bouncing off the wall
My niggas sleepwalking, and I can't let 'em fall
So I got my bud out in the middle of the crowd
Think I don't pop young and stay up all this batter
You a motherfuckin' liar, that's on your motherfuckin' batter
Don't ask me where I'm from 'cause you already know that
I be throwin' back like one of the Abbott Smith's throwbacks
I'm in the club hollerin', "Where the bad bitches at?"
I'm in the back, hollerin', "Where the pain pills at?" (Yeah)
I be throwin' back (back) like a quarterback (back)
I be throwin' back (back) like a quarterback (back)
I'm in the club hollerin', "Where the bad bitches at?"
I'm in the back, hollerin', "Where the pain pills at?" (Yeah)
I be throwin' back (back) like a quarterback (back)
I be throwin' back (back) like a quarterback (back)
