Yeah, yeah (yeah)
Stat Quo (Stat Quo) Doc Dre (Doc Dre)
I represent the A-Town, A-Town
Ay, ay, ay, ay
I'm comin' from the A-Town, A-Town
Ha ha, Shady Aftermath

Yeah (yeah), once again it's on
Young Statlanta live in this muhfucker, holmes (woo)
The hoes get naked soon as the song come on
The niggas get reckless, it's off the chain, here gone
It's poppin,' speakers knockin', crowded off on the floor
They jockin' it and watchin' when I walks through the door
It's him, tell a friend but you already know
Act stupid or lose it, don't bother to fuck with Quo
I'm kind of different, he's not the usual
Sippin' Cognac in between two beautiful
Bitches in the club, talk shit it's your funeral
I came to get a buzz and crunk, understand, yo? (Woo)
It's crowded, it's packed, it's jumpin', goddamn it's swole
I'm cooler than cool as my temperature's thirty below
I'm checkin' the scene if a new cut, droppin' the low
Shakin' they ass, backin' it up, fast and slow (yeah)

You know this thing don't stop 'til I say so
Now get low, get low, keep that ass on the floor
You know this club don't close 'til I say so
Now get low, get low, keep that ass on the floor
Yeah, now get low, get low, keep that ass on the floor
Get low, get low, keep that ass on the floor
Yeah, now get low, get low, keep that ass on the floor
Now get low, get low, keep that ass on the floor (yeah, yeah)

It's goes three two one, shawty, that's what's up (that's what's up)
At the bar lookin' sober but I'm high as fuck (high as fuck)
And as far as all y'all who be actin' tough
I'm in the spot with the Glock, please believe it's tucked (woo)
We ready, we sweaty, it's hot, it's off the chain
We mackin', excuse me miss, tell me what's your name
The way you move in them jeans make me happy you came
I'm tryin' to get to know you, possibly get some brain
I may pick your brains (brains), I'm the man of your dreams (dreams)
You like me you wanna be wifey and join my team
So I can sport you and support you by any means (uh)
Nah, I ain't givin' you none of my things
But we can leave the club tonight, hit the 'telly and fuck
Long as you know when I bust, I'm in the dust
Ain't no chillin, it ain't nothin for us to discuss
Except what time your ride pickin' you up (yeah)

You know this thing don't stop 'til I say so
Now get low, get low, keep that ass on the floor
You know this club don't close 'til I say so
Now get low, get low, keep that ass on the floor
Yeah, now get low, get low, keep that ass on the floor
Get low, get low, keep that ass on the floor
Yeah, now get low, get low, keep that ass on the floor
Now get low, get low, keep that ass on the floor

Yeah, yeah (woo)
Turn that ass around, gon' and do somethin'
Do somethin', girl (woo), touch the ground (yeah)
Turn that ass around, gon' and do somethin (c'mon)
Do somethin', girl, touch the ground (okay)
Now drop it, drop it, low, yeah (yeah)
Now drop it, drop it, low, yeah (go)
Now drop it, drop it, low, yeah (c'mon)
Now drop it, drop it, low, yeah (yeah)

Re-up style
It's "The Re-Up"
This is

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Writer(s): Andre Romell Young, Dawaun Parker, Mike Elizondo, Stanley Bernard Benton, Todd Moore