Story Behind The Song

We heard the beat and new it was a club banger, so we dropped the lyrics appropriately.

Song Description

Sing-Song 50 Cent type hook, with our usual lyrical quality touching on all the hot subjects but interwining them flawlessly with the music and creativity.

Lyrics

Verse 1 Posqualy
Bartender, let me get a coke and rum/
And as the liquor pass my throat get social sum/
Part winner? Nah, ain?t no fraction hun/
I spit game over beats, don?t that equal the one/?
You like the first impression, but the sequel will stun you/
I know I?m that type of dude that you seem to be fond of/
But uhh, leave me your number, fixin to roam the club/
I see some broads that I wanna get alone and rub/
Ain?t trying to come off cocky, but the liquor cocks me/
When I aim and bust the game, they want lots of me/
On the floor getting freaky, feeling my biceps/
Got a pimp thinking girl, like I?m Wyclef/
To get you home would be easy, that?s with no nights left/
Let?s smoke a beezy, tell me if that ain?t your thang/
Cause I ain?t trying to settle down, just smoke and drank/
I?m in an old school, behold the candy paint/

Chorus Vision
You know, I know you watchin me/
I see you clockin me/
Let ya elbows touch your knees/
Go on and do that girl/
You know, I know you watchin me/
I see you clockin me/
Let ya elbows touch your knees/
And we gone get right girl/

Verse 2 Vision
I?m strolling in the club drunk, pimping mean with a lean/
Better hold your girl, before she change scenes with the team/
If deemed necessary, I can flip and dead a problem/
But I?d much rather see your chicken?s head a bobbin/
I don?t want to have to wet your squadron/
End up in a shootout with the feds I?m dodging/
Kill that, I need to beg your pardon/
Cause I see some breezies and I need to leave their legs a wobbling/
See them over there pointing and talking/
Cause they seen my pulling up out front stunting on Mike Jordans/
And the rims got them in another state of mind/
They want to meet the lover in another place and time/
Find a place to grind, she can give me face inside/
She?s getting hot with them thoughts racing through her mind/
Mommies a dime, you know here hips rock superb/
And I?m going to slang something to her like a block with birds, ya dig/

Chorus Vision
You know, I know you watchin me/
I see you clockin me/
Let ya elbows touch your knees/
Go on and do that girl/
You know, I know you watchin me/
I see you clockin me/
Let ya elbows touch your knees/
And we gone get right girl/

Verse 3 Prophet
Basically, when I step off in the club it?s OV/
M.O.B., expose the chosen pros peep/
I get them feeling freaky, quick to sell them a dream man/
Once I knock them down, man I swear they be fiending/
Cause lucky keep these broads coming back like Frisbees/
And every time they see me, man they want to get frisky/
You missed me? Yeah, ok ma/
Just give me 30 minutes, holla at your boy at the bar/
Long Island in one hand, and a black in the other/
Politicing these chickens in search of something to smother/
I can kiss you, I can hung you, make you think that I love you/
After I give you the business, then it?s on to another/
Sexy light skin, looking a tight sin, she right then/
If I spit it tight, then I?m pulling her bi-friend/
Come on ma, you already know what I?m on/
Menage-let me see you kiss her while you play with her thong-trois/

Chorus Vision x2
You know, I know you watchin me/
I see you clockin me/
Let ya elbows touch your knees/
Go on and do that girl/
You know, I know you watchin me/
I see you clockin me/
Let ya elbows touch your knees/
And we gone get right girl/