Ghetto Techno [Leak]

[Intro] I'm a give y'all Ghetto Techno 5 seconds to call your waitresses Get your patrone, get ya ice buckets, get ya little shaker Get it together We going in tonight If you on that Ace get ready to spray the club Yeah, gonna need an umbrella tonight (Come on) I'm going in (Come on) Five (come on) Four (I said come on) Three, Two, One [Chorus] We make sure we pouring champagne Marching away our sorrow 'Cause we don't wanna feel the damn pain I hope I'm hungover tomorrow 'Cause I don't wanna feel a damn thing (Uh uh) No, I don't wanna feel a damn thing (No No) Now everybody throw a shot glass, shot glass, shot glass Raise yo empty shot glass, shot glass, shot glass Survived more shots than Pac had, Pac had, Pac had More shout outs for Pac man, Poppa and Pac man [Verse 1] I be on that Vodka Tonic Twister bomb I used to mix it with OJ Drink with me all the time But now I need it stronger Got so much on my mind I said I need it stronger Got too much on my mind [Chorus] Now everybody throw a shot glass, shot glass, shot glass Raise yo empty shot glass, shot glass, shot glass Survived more shots than Pac had, Pac had, Pac had More shout outs for Pac man, Poppa and Pac man Bring it back! [Verse 2] I'm on my new shit, Ghetto Techno (Uh) Jimmy Hendrix, I'm so [?] Southpaw, I'm an outlaw Ace of Spades coming out of my pours Peep the words coming out of my mouth Ball harder than me, not in my house Y'all not in my league So when I come in the club get em outta my seats Blank checks in my banquet Black cards and you already now what the name says You can call me H.O.V I to the E, ah HOV I bus like Nastransit and y'all fake bust like Pamela Anderson I ball like an NBA owner You might boner [Chorus] Now everybody throw a shot glass, shot glass, shot glass Raise yo empty shot glass, shot glass, shot glass Survived more shots than Pac had, Pac had, Pac had More shout outs for Pac man, Poppa and Pac man We make sure we pouring champagne Marching away our sorrow 'Cause we don't wanna feel the damn pain I hope I'm hungover tomorrow 'Cause I don't wanna feel a damn thing (Uh Uh) No, I don't wanna feel a damn thing (No No) Now everybody throw a shot glass, shot glass, shot glass Raise yo empty shot glass, shot glass, shot glass Survived more shots than Pac had, Pac had, Pac had More shout outs for Pac man, Poppa and Pac man Hold up! Bring it back! [Verse 3] Black diamonds in my neck glow (Uh) Lights bouncing off my chain like a disco Got me back to the old me I'm in the club getting bucket after bucket like Kobe In the clubs I MC I bring models to the table like ING Honeys white but she dance black Had to ask lil broad how she dance like that (Uh) Me I'm doing me I'm just going hard Table full of Ace like a deck of cards [?] rollin green up We got one up looking like a Loc with the meaner But I ain't doing nothing that can get back I know half the club wanna twitter that Tweet tweet, I smell the bird and the rap But I ain't doing nothing but [Chorus] Now everybody throw a shot glass, shot glass, shot glass Raise yo empty shot glass, shot glass, shot glass Survived more shots than Pac had, Pac had, Pac had More shout outs for Pac man, Poppa and Pac man Bring it back! [Outro] Johnny Patrone haha, we got em Ey I need a medusalum Not a magnum I need a medusalum I need a bottle as tall as a 6 year old Get ready Ah ha (Uh) Ah ha (Yeah, yeah) Ghetto Techno Ghetto Techno Ghetto Techno Ghetto Techno Ghetto Techno (Uh)