Bobbin My Head - Blak Jak
That`s why I be in the back of the club
You know what I`m talkin about?
wit a bottle in my hand,
blunt of purp in my mouth
man, chillin man know what I`m talkin bout?
I`m in the club
Posted in the back
Chillin wit my niggas wit a bottle full of Yak
Stacks on deck,
Everything in motion
Smokin on the purp,
feel like I`m three wheel coastin
Cloud nine, floatin
Speakers bumpin loud
Damn near drunk but still I`m
peepin out the crowd
Real G`s don`t date
Keep a sharp crease
Fresh tour tee nuttin but diamonds in the piece
Slow rollin up the green
Checkin out the scene
See some niggas in the cut
Lookin hard, muggin mean
But I ain`t stuntin that
I gotta keep it movin
There`s too many bad
bitches in here, choose one
You can find me in the club
Posted in the back
Rollin up the purp & I`m sippin on the Yak
and I`m just bobbin my head
Bobbin my head
And you can catch me in the whip
Crusin wit a chick
wit the top let down
ridin hard, gettin lit
and I`m just bobbin my head
Bobbin my head
So now I`m two-step groovin
Lookin like a playa
Loose on the drink
Gotta a nigga holla`in "Yeah"
Some niggas jump around
But they dun`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 goin down
Club scene packed
Niggas steppin on my feet
Young girls on the floor walkin out to the beat
Young & old niggas on the lean
Rock it with the snap
While the G`s at the bar bobbin heads to the track
Crew 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
Rollin up the purp & I`m sippin on the Yak
and I`m just bobbin my head
Bobbin my head
And you can catch me in the whip
Crusin wit a chick
wit the top let down
ridin hard, gettin lit
and I`m just bobbin my head
Bobbin my head
And you can catch me in a fly whip
wit a bad bitch
Ridin through the hood
Gettin the cornbread & cabbage
I gots`ta have it
I`m tryna 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
Bumpin Trick Dolla "Only in America"
Gas on my chest
So I`m comin through your area
Music too loud,
Couldn`t hear what she said
I ain`t Shawna
but I too was gettin head
And if I had some
I would shake my dreads
But I don`t so I`m in the
drivers seat bobbin my head
You can find me in the club
Posted in the back
Rollin up the purp & I`m sippin on the Yak
and I`m just bobbin my head
Bobbin my head
And you can catch me in the whip
Crusin wit a chick
wit the top let down
ridin hard, gettin lit
and I`m just bobbin my head
Bobbin my head