Lyrics

Thursday, one eleven pm Everbody in club get tipsy Everbody in the club get pissy Yo, Tar boy, it's ya boy, Musty, ha ah Still ain't wearin' no deodorant, baby, uh huh, never 'Til the day I die, eea Woo, it's get blowed Yo, ya boy J-kwon He's a mothafuckin' law in the makin', baby Woo woo, but we got one problem Tar Back to the crib, bangin' that mothafuckin' banger, ha ha Just tell 'em to turn his shit down Huh, maybe 'bout nanh, two or three notches Takin' pictures off my wall But hey, I don't want no problems Boy[Incomprehensible], you fuckin' track boys are crazy, yo Get this message, call me back, you know We can rap 'mono e mono' But you know, on the house phone 555, 55, huh? 5, yea, that's it Call me back ASAP, baby 1 or is it 2? Fuck it, it's, add it up 3, baby Holla back, peace All messages have been played