Quarterback

Lyrics

[Intro: B-Real] 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? [Chorus: B-Real] 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) [Verse 1: Lil Phat] I retired on them bars, so I be takin tabs And you might go hard, but, bitch, I go ham Throwin' back like a quarterback, catch me goin' mad And this a motherfuckin' club song, whythe 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 feelin' 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 rubber off tonight This for no, no, and this for niggas For my niggas on them tabs, and them motherfuckin' sticks [Chorus: B-Real] 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) [Verse 2: Lil Phat] 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 Pill 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 40 out in the middle of the crowd Think I don't pop, youngin stay up out his body You a motherfuckin' liar, that's on your motherfuckin' body Don't ask me where I'm from 'cause you already know that I be throwin' back like one of Ivy Smith's throwbacks [Chorus: B-Real] 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)