[Verse 1: Mic Anthony]
I got a rack for the freak show, not a freak but I freak those
Take shots at the bar like free throws
Plenty fish, why she lookin' for a Nemo?
Had a good Friday, I beat like Deebo
I'm a nice dude, with some nice things
Call me Ice Cube, sellin' ice cream
Not a pimp I'm just sayin' that I pipe things
And I make tracks for my niggas and the white teens
I'm a savage, chics be the baddest, stop showin' love cause their flows got average
Then I lift off, you a lie, Rick Ross
Lil' mama poppin', left some penis on her lip gloss
They on the move like treadmills, fuck boys movin' dead still
I'm on a roll like X pills
Talk shit, I don't care how my ex feel
Chic, spit, liq, I'm just lookin' for my next thrill
[Hook: Mic Anthony]
This is your night though
Chillin' with your wife though
Feelin' it's alright
All I needed was you, now it's paradise
(Oh yeah yeah)
Drink some more, sip some more, hit some more
Get some more, hit some more, whip some more
Want some more, pour some more, get some more
Sip some more, hit some more, whip some more
[Verse 2: Relay]
Whoever said the truth hurts must've been a sensitive cat
I'm a menace in rap, and known from Venice and back
On the scene, I sport like tennis and track
Plus I'm gettin' blown like a sega genius pack
In fact, I get paper like money and fax machines
The whip is grillin' haters so the lack is mean
I tax the green, then I make sure to get a little mo
Chain comes in all types of colors like a skittle bro
You dudes is makin' little dough, I'm makin' big paper
Your shows are like bars, they're filled with booze hater
The shoes gator, and I'm pilin' the checks child
Alligator sweaters so I'm styling with reptiles
I fuck with them dimes and buck them nines
Only thing you bitch niggas ever cut was in line
We rob queers, enough to make the mob scared
And have more niggas in suites than a job fair
[Hook: Mic Anthony]
This is your night though
Chillin' with your wife though
Feelin' it's alright
All I needed was you, now it's paradise
(Oh yeah yeah)
Drink some more, sip some more, hit some more
Get some more, hit some more, whip some more
Want some more, pour some more, get some more
Sip some more, hit some more, whip some more
[Verse 3: James Major]
I got game like EA, the boy is live
They wanna hop on the wave so enjoy the ride
Can't knock a nigga down even though they try
Man give me my space, don't destroy the vibe
Your new man don't like me
But that nigga plain as white tee
Up in the lab you can find me
Applying pressure for the squeeze
See I was raised in the east man, no not west
Can't move how we move cause we do it the best
Every time we have a show bring the crew on the set
And she gave me the eye, we as cool as it gets
We up next, and you know it
Get the money, I'll blow it
Now you see how it's goin' down
Here's the first one, there's another round
[Hook: Mic Anthony]
This is your night though
Chillin' with your wife though
Feelin' it's alright
All I needed was you, now it's paradise
(Oh yeah yeah)
Drink some more, sip some more, hit some more
Get some more, hit some more, whip some more
Want some more, pour some more, get some more
Sip some more, hit some more, whip some more
credits
released March 21, 2016
Performed by: Cypher Clique
Written by: Michael Thomas Jr / Jamal James / Daryl James
