歌曲 | BYOB |
歌手 | Yung Joc |
专辑 | Hustlenomics |
作词 : J. Robinson/P. Williams | |
作曲 : J. Robinson/P. Williams | |
[Yung Joc] | |
Joc Joc don't stop, oh my God you're so hot | |
Catch me on yo' block with 4 Glocks and 4 shots | |
Bet you niggas know not, try me like a ho not | |
Niggas run in, kick the do', **** a do' knock | |
Gotta make the quarter, I mix it with the soda | |
I chop the **** and sell it with the Razor Motorola | |
Hold up 'fore I have to load up, hollow tips they explode up | |
Leave you ***** niggas wet as chocha stankin with the odor | |
[Hook] | |
Bring your own beer to the party - aight~! | |
Bring your own beer to the party - aight~! | |
Bring your own beer to the party mother****ers | |
Cause I heard you came to have a good time - aight~! | |
Alright, alright, alright, alright - ah let's go~! | |
Alright, alright, alright, alright - ah let's go~! | |
Alright, alright, alright, alright - ah let's go~! | |
Alright, alright, alright, alright - let's go mother****er! | |
[Yung Joc] | |
Yeahhhhhhhh | |
Yung Joc so jiggy, Lear Jet to yo' city | |
Monday night, Magic City, thunderstorm when I'm tippin | |
Ice game, super nifty, super kush, two for fifty | |
Fat boy yellin out, pop bottles 'til I'm tipsy | |
I like my chick booty big-o, lay my head on them big ole's | |
Put her on her tiptoes, I get up in the middle | |
I don't wine them, dine them, or rest have 'em | |
I'm the #1 playboy, I press play and | |
[Hook] | |
[Yung Joc] | |
Party like a rockstar, better yet, block bar | |
Lighter to the ceiling, grab a beer, pop the top boi | |
I.F. so clear, freezer burn both ears | |
Elders say "Oh dear" when they hear I'm near | |
Rubber burn first gear, platinum on my first year | |
Wood on my sheer, put my wood all in her grill | |
Roof on fire, sound the alarm | |
We don't need water (let the mother****er burn) | |
[Hook] | |
[Yung Joc] | |
Ha ha, 5 4 3 2, R-2-D-2 | |
Let me see your robot, a little dance that we do | |
Pyrite, no left, I'm hype, with no help | |
On cloud 9 - heart racin like Corvette | |
I need a material girl in a material world | |
Give me slim on the backseat of my Imperial girl | |
Go and show me what you work with, girl that's a perfect fit | |
Hold up, stop, it hurts when you twist it | |
[Hook] - to fade |
zuò cí : J. Robinson P. Williams | |
zuò qǔ : J. Robinson P. Williams | |
Yung Joc | |
Joc Joc don' t stop, oh my God you' re so hot | |
Catch me on yo' block with 4 Glocks and 4 shots | |
Bet you niggas know not, try me like a ho not | |
Niggas run in, kick the do', a do' knock | |
Gotta make the quarter, I mix it with the soda | |
I chop the and sell it with the Razor Motorola | |
Hold up ' fore I have to load up, hollow tips they explode up | |
Leave you niggas wet as chocha stankin with the odor | |
Hook | |
Bring your own beer to the party aight! | |
Bring your own beer to the party aight! | |
Bring your own beer to the party mother ers | |
Cause I heard you came to have a good time aight! | |
Alright, alright, alright, alright ah let' s go! | |
Alright, alright, alright, alright ah let' s go! | |
Alright, alright, alright, alright ah let' s go! | |
Alright, alright, alright, alright let' s go mother er! | |
Yung Joc | |
Yeahhhhhhhh | |
Yung Joc so jiggy, Lear Jet to yo' city | |
Monday night, Magic City, thunderstorm when I' m tippin | |
Ice game, super nifty, super kush, two for fifty | |
Fat boy yellin out, pop bottles ' til I' m tipsy | |
I like my chick booty bigo, lay my head on them big ole' s | |
Put her on her tiptoes, I get up in the middle | |
I don' t wine them, dine them, or rest have ' em | |
I' m the 1 playboy, I press play and | |
Hook | |
Yung Joc | |
Party like a rockstar, better yet, block bar | |
Lighter to the ceiling, grab a beer, pop the top boi | |
I. F. so clear, freezer burn both ears | |
Elders say " Oh dear" when they hear I' m near | |
Rubber burn first gear, platinum on my first year | |
Wood on my sheer, put my wood all in her grill | |
Roof on fire, sound the alarm | |
We don' t need water let the mother er burn | |
Hook | |
Yung Joc | |
Ha ha, 5 4 3 2, R2D2 | |
Let me see your robot, a little dance that we do | |
Pyrite, no left, I' m hype, with no help | |
On cloud 9 heart racin like Corvette | |
I need a material girl in a material world | |
Give me slim on the backseat of my Imperial girl | |
Go and show me what you work with, girl that' s a perfect fit | |
Hold up, stop, it hurts when you twist it | |
Hook to fade |