Quarterback (feat. B Real)

Ah (I got my prescription)

Ah (just gotta fill up, fill up, fill up)

Ah (you know, dope shit, you know)

I be going ham (ham), I be going ham (ham)

I be going ham (ham), I be going ham

Ah (slammin' wit' it)

Man, we gon' throw one back, ya hear me?

Yeah, I'm in the club hollerin', "Where the bad bitches at?"

I'm in the back, hollerin', "Where the pain pills at?" (Yeah)

I be throwin' back (back) like a quarterback (back)

I be throwin' back (back) like a quarterback (back)

I'm in the club hollerin', "Where the bad bitches at?"

I'm in the back, hollerin', "Where the pain pills at?" (Yeah)

I be throwin' back (back) like a quarterback (back)

I be throwin' back (back) like a quarterback (back)

I retired on them bars, so I be takin tabs

And you might go hard, but, bitch, I go ham

Throwin' bags like a quarterback, catch me goin' mad

And this a motherfuckin' club song, where the fuck I'm slow-dancin'?

Now let me speed it up a little

Holler at a bad bitch, like let me beat it up a little

Better take your ass home 'cause any way you pass out

If I catch my victim slippin', I'ma knock his ass off

Some **** shake 'em up (shake 'em up)

And pine never find 'em

Some swallow sticks with spit, now that's a animal

If you ever headaches with bars fellin' down

And fillin' up like one of Eazy-E cars

You find a freak, you gon' be fuckin' all night

I guarantee you pull that rub off tonight

This for no, no, and this for ****

For my **** on them tabs, and them motherfuckin' sticks

I'm in the club hollerin', "Where the bad bitches at?"

I'm in the back, hollerin', "Where the pain pills at?" (Yeah)

I be throwin' back (back) like a quarterback (back)

I be throwin' back (back) like a quarterback (back)

I'm in the club hollerin', "Where the bad bitches at?"

I'm in the back, hollerin', "Where the pain pills at?" (Yeah)

I be throwin' back (back) like a quarterback (back)

I be throwin' back (back) like a quarterback (back)

You know it's how it is, you can blame it on the liquor

Blame it on the ten-pack, and blame it on the jigger

She ain't ho-, we tryna find us a flipper

Take her to the Doubletree and make her do the ripper

I'm smoking, I'm choking, and you know I'm rolling

Pain pills got you slipping, next pills got me focused

Hear a man bucking, tell him calm his ass down

'Cause I just took my last, and I need some now

And I'm a dog, bitch, you know that I'm a dog

Popping last year pills, still bouncing off the wall

My **** sleepwalking, and I can't let 'em fall

So I got my bud out in the middle of the crowd

Think I don't pop young and stay up all this batter

You a motherfuckin' liar, that's on your motherfuckin' batter

Don't ask me where I'm from 'cause you already know that

I be throwin' back like one of the Abbott Smith's throwbacks

I'm in the club hollerin', "Where the bad bitches at?"

I'm in the back, hollerin', "Where the pain pills at?" (Yeah)

I be throwin' back (back) like a quarterback (back)

I be throwin' back (back) like a quarterback (back)

I'm in the club hollerin', "Where the bad bitches at?"

I'm in the back, hollerin', "Where the pain pills at?" (Yeah)

I be throwin' back (back) like a quarterback (back)

I be throwin' back (back) like a quarterback (back)