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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stat Quo
Stat Quo
Vocals
Dawaun Parker
Dawaun Parker
Keyboards
Mike Elizondo
Mike Elizondo
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter
Mike Elizondo
Mike Elizondo
Songwriter
D. Parker
D. Parker
Songwriter
Todd Moore
Todd Moore
Songwriter
Stanley Benton
Stanley Benton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Producer
Dawaun Parker
Dawaun Parker
Producer
Scott Gutierrez
Scott Gutierrez
Recording Engineer
Robert Reyes
Robert Reyes
Assistant Recording Engineer
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah! Stat quo Doc Dre I representin' the A town A town Aye aye aye I'm comin' from the A town A town Shady aftermath Yeah Once again it's on 'Em, stat now alive And this motherfucker on The ho's get naked Soon as the song comes on The niggas get reckless It's off the chain It's on It's papa speakers Knockin' crowds off the floor They jockin' and watchin' When I walks through the door It's him Tell a friend But you already know Act stupid and lose it Don't fuck with quo I'm kind of different Not the usual Sippin' cognac between two beautiful Two bitches at the club Talk shit at your funeral I came to get a buzz and crunk Understand yo It's crowded in back He's jumpin', God damn it's slow I'm cooler than cool 'Cause my temperature is thirty below I'm checkin' the scene for new cunt, droppin' it low Shakin' they ass backin' it up fast or slow 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 flow Now get low Get low Keep that ass on the floor Now get low Get low Keep that ass on the floor Now get low Get low Keep that ass on the floor Now get low Get low Keep that ass on the floor It goes three two one shortie That's what's up At the bar lookin' sober But I'm high as fuck And as far as yall who be actin' tough I'm in the spot with the glock Please believe it's tough We ready we sweaty It's hot It's off the chain We macin' and spewin' Please miss tell me what's ya name The way you move and them jeans Made me happy you came I'm tryin' to get to know ya Possibly get some brain I need pinky rings I'm the man of your dreams Your life if you wanna be wifey And join my team So I can support you And support you by any means 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 children It ain't nothing nothing for us to discuss Except what time your ride pickin' you up 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 flow Now get low Get low Keep that ass on the floor Now get low Get low Keep that ass on the floor Now get low Get low Keep that ass on the floor Now get low Get low Keep that ass on the floor Turn that ass around Go on and do somethin' do somethin' girl Girl touch the ground Turn that ass around Go on and do somethin' do somethin' girl Girl touch the ground Now drop drip low yeah Now drop drip low yeah Now drop drip low yeah Now drop drip low yeah
Writer(s): Andre Romell Young, Michael A. Elizondo Jr., Dawaun W. Parker, Stanley Bernard Benton, Todd Daniel Moore Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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