Blak Jak Bobbin' My Head (Dirty) Lyrics

[Talking]
Haha That's why I be in the back of the club man
know what I'm talkin bout, with a bottle in my hand
know what I'm talkin bout - pourin purp in my mouth
man chillin man, know what I'm talkin bout - gyeah

[Verse 1 - Blak Jak]
I'm in the club, posted in the back
chillin with my n____z with 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 b__pin loud
d___ near drunk but still I'm peepin out the crowd
real G's don't dance, we keep a sharp creese
fresh to a T, nothin but diamonds in the piece
so I'm rollin up the green checkin out the scene
I see some n____z in the cut lookin hard, muggin mean
but I ain't stuntin that - I gotta keep it movin
there's too many bad b____es in here choosin (yeah)

[Chorus - Blak Jak]
You can find me in the club, posted in the back
rollin up the purp, and I'm sippin on the Yak
and I'm just bobbin my head - bobbin my head
(bobbin my head, bobbin my head)
And you can catch me in a whip, cruisin with a chick
with the top let down, ridin hard gettin litted
and I'm just bobbin my head - bobbin my head
(bobbin my head, bobbin my head)

[Verse 2 - Blak Jak]
So now I two - step groovy, lookin like a playa
loose on the drank - gotta n____ hollerin'yeah
seen some n____z jumpin'round, but they don't know how to act
that's why I hit the do'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
the club scene packed, n____z steppin on my feet
young girls on the flo'walkin out to the beat
and you know n____z on the lean, rockin with the snap
why the G's at the bar bobbin heads to the track
crew thick in this b____ - got my goons right beside me
I just came to chill so you know where you can find me

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Blak Jak]
And you can catch me in a fly whip with a bad b____
ridin through the hood, gettin that corn bread and cabbage
I gots to have it I'm tryna live lavish
I'm off 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
b__pin Trick Dolla"Only In America"
gas on my chest so I'm comin thru ya 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

[Chorus]