Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song BYOB, artist - Yung Joc. Date of issue: 30.07.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
BYOB |
| 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', fuck a do' knock |
| Gotta make the quarter, I mix it with the soda |
| I chop the dope and sell it with the Razor Motorola |
| Hold up 'fore I have to load up, hollow tips they explode up |
| Leave you pussy niggas wet as chocha stankin with the odor |
| Bring your own beer to the party — aight~! |
| Bring your own beer to the party — aight~! |
| Bring your own beer to the party motherfuckers |
| 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 motherfucker! |
| 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 |
| 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 motherfucker burn) |
| 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 |
| — to fade |