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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stat Quo
Vocals
Dawaun Parker
Keyboards
Mike Elizondo
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
ABG Neal
Songwriter
Sleepy Hallow
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Dre
Producer
Dawaun Parker
Producer
Scott Gutierrez
Recording Engineer
Robert Reyes
Assistant Recording Engineer
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
Stat Quo
Doc Dre
[Verse 2]
I representing the A town, A town
Ay, ay, ay, ay
I'm coming from the A town, A town
Haha, Shady Aftermath
[Verse 3]
Yeah, 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 **** get reckless, it's off the chain, it's on
It's popping speakers, now I can crowd it off on the floor
They jocking and watching when I walks through the door
It's him, tell a friend, but you already know
Act stupid or lose it, lil partner, don't fuck with Quo
[Verse 4]
I'm kind of different, yeah, not the usual
Sipping cognac in between two beautiful
Bitches in the club talk shit at your funeral
I came to get a buzz and crunk, understand yo
It's crowded, it's back, he's jumping, goddamn it's slow
I'm cooler than cool 'cause my temperature is thirty below
I'm checking the scene for new cut, dropping it low
Shaking they ass, backing it up, fast or slow
[Verse 5]
You know this thing don't stop till I say so
Now get low, get low, keep that ass on the floor
You know this club don't close till 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
And get low, get low, keep that ass on the floor (Yeah)
[Verse 6]
It goes three, two, one, shortie, that's what's up
At the bar looking sober but I'm high as fuck
And as far as y'all who be acting 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 macking, excuse miss, tell me what's your name?
They way you move in them jeans made me happy you came
I'm tryna get to know you, possibly get some brain
I mean pick your brains, I'm the man of your dreams
You like me, you wanna be wifey and join my team
So I can support you and support you by any means
Nah, I ain't giving you none of my things
But we can leave the club tonight, hit the telly and fuck
Long as you know it when I bust, I'm in the dust
Ain't no children, it ain't nothing for us to discuss
Except what time your ride picking you up
[Verse 7]
You know this thing don't stop till I say so
Now get low, get low, keep that ass on the floor
You know this club don't close till I say so
Now get low, get low, keep that ass on the floor
'Gain, 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
Get low, get low, keep that ass on the floor, yeah, yeah
[Verse 8]
Turn that ass around, go on and do something, do something, girl
Touch the ground
Turn that ass around, go on and do something, do something, girl
Touch the ground
[Verse 9]
Now drop, drip, drop, drip, low, yeah
Drop, drip, drop, drip, low, yeah
Now drop, drip, drop, drip, low, yeah
Drop, drip, drop, drip, low, yeah
[Verse 10]
Re-Up style
It's the Re-Up
This
Written by: Andre Romell Young, D. Parker, Dawaun W. Parker, Mike Elizondo, Stanley Benton, Todd Moore