[Intro:]
Being corny is very bad.
But I make it look easy though.

Yeeah, yeeah, yeeah, yo, please help me, please help me.

[Verse 1:]

1, here comes the 2 to the 3 to the 4,
Everybody ran out on the dance floor,
People played my song 'til it made their ears sore,

I had a taste of fame here now I want more,
Maybe cause I'm wack and I'm not hardcore,
Or maybe cause ya'll heard that I work at a store,

Bottom of the 9th and a brotha tryna score,
If not moms said I gotta move next door,
Here comes the 3 to the 2 to the 1,

Mom's be trippin' she don't know I ain't her son,
When it comes to rap man I do this for fun,
I'm not from the hood when I visit I must run,

Now I'm living back in the burbs where I'm from,
The limelight is gone and my fame's almost done,
I wrote this wack song and it took me a month,

The fans tossed it back and said they don't want none.

[Chorus x4:]

Now ain't nobody in the club playin' "Tipsy",
Ain't nobody in the club playin' "Tipsy"


Verse 2:]
2, here comes the 3 to the 4 to the 5,
Now I'm lookin' poverty right in the eyes,

Couple seconds passed now I'm workin' on fries,
While I tell the crew chief my hats the wrong size,
He said don't worry kid it will fit no lie,

You'll be workin' here til the day that you die,
I'm working on the register and can't believe my eyes,
I used to be a rapper now burgers are my life,

Here comes the 4 to the 3 to the 2,
I started job searchin' man right out the blue,
I found a job at Kinko's now I'm thinkin' I'm cool,

But instead of 1 job man now I need 2
I got a ton of bills cuz I charged all my jewels,
Spendin' money fo' I got it I ain't have a clue,

Plus I told moms I would buy her brand new,
Cadillac's galore now I'm talkin' Daewoo.


[Chorus x4:]
Now ain't nobody in the club playin' "Tipsy",
Ain't nobody in the club playin' "Tipsy"


[Verse 3:]
3, here comes the 4 to the 5 to the 6,

Self explanatory I ain't no where near rich,
This single man broke so I'm tryna get hitched,
Oprah holla at me leave that Steadman cat ditched!

Money's all gone now I'm back to gettin' lifts,
Should'a stayed in high school if you people catch my drift,
Mom's still trippin' cause my Fubu shirt got ripped,

My "Tipsy" song was hot ya'll now I'm feelin' gypped,
Here comes the 5 to the 4 to the 3,
Hands in the air if you hatin' on me,

I tore your tickets twice said enjoy the Mov-ie,
This is J-kwan ya'll I work at AMC!


[Chorus]