Bobbin' My Head

That's why I be in the back of the club man
Know what I'm talking bout, with a bottle in my hand
Know what I'm talking bout, with a purp in my mouth man
Chilling man, know what I'm talking bout
Yeah

I'm in the club, posted in the back
Chilling with my niggas with a bottle full of yak
Stacks on deck, everything in motion
Smoking on the purp, feel like I'm three wheel coasting
Cloud nine floating, speakers bumping loud
Damn near drunk but still I'm beeping out the crowd
Real G's on game, keeping sharp crease
Fresh to a T, nothing but diamonds in the piece
Slow rolling up the green, checking out the scene
Seen some niggas in the cut looking hard mugging mean
But I ain't stunting that, I gotta keep it moving
There's too many bad bitches in here choosing, yeah

You can find me in the club, posted in the back
Rolling up the purp and I'm sipping on the yak
And I'm just bobbing my head, bobbing my head
Bobbing my head, bobbing my head
You can catch me in a whip, cruising with a chick
With the top let down, riding hard, getting lit
And I'm just bobbing my head, bobbing my head
Bobbing my head, bobbing my head

So now I'm two step grooving, looking like a player
Loose on the drink, got a nigga hollering yeah
Seen some niggas jumping round, but they don't know how to act
That's why I hit the door and head straight to the back
Ask for a bottle so I can pour a round
I ain't Yung Joc but it's still going down
Club scene packed, niggas stepping on my feet
Young girls on the floor, walking out to the beat
Young and old niggas on the lean, rocking with the snap
While the G's at the bar, bobbing heads to the track
Cool thick in this bitch, got my goons right beside me
I just came to chill so you know where you can find me

You can find me in the club, posted in the back
Rolling up the purp and I'm sipping on the yak
And I'm just bobbing my head, bobbing my head
Bobbing my head, bobbing my head
You can catch me in a whip, cruising with a chick
With the top let down, riding hard, getting lit
And I'm just bobbing my head, bobbing my head
Bobbing my head, bobbing my head

And you can catch me in a fly whip, with a bad bitch
Riding through the hood getting the cornbread and cabbage
I gots to have it, I'm trying to live lavish
A loft in Miami, spend money like it's a habit
Let the top drop, while the wheels turn
Down on South Beach, let the reefer burn
Pumping Trick Dolla, Only In America
Gas on my chest so I'm coming through your area
Music too loud, couldn't hear what she said
I ain't Shawna but I too was getting head
And if I had some, I would shake my dread
But I don't so I'm in the driver's seat bobbing my head

You can find me in the club, posted in the back
Rolling up the purp and I'm sipping on the yak
And I'm just bobbing my head, bobbing my head
Bobbing my head, bobbing my head
You can catch me in a whip, cruising with a chick
With the top let down, riding hard, getting lit
And I'm just bobbing my head, bobbing my head
Bobbing my head, bobbing my head