Pour Up - The Game, Young Jeezy, Clyde Carson

Got a bar in my living room

Just in case I gotta get more into you

But knocking on my hoes, in this world I do my interviews

Did I mention that I sent a few young magnificent with tree on deck

Slap on the slash but we on next

Kill shit, leave the track D.O.A

Some peach sirock or prolly some pink rose

Won’t get far on hating shit

You never get far

Let’s move forward on some player shit

Meet me by the bar

Pour up, pour up, pour up

Pour up some drank for me

Roll up, roll up now

Roll up some purp for me

Late night with your bottom bitch

Out of pocket and she just acknowledged it

Every conversation she has, I’m the top again

Bout time we holler then fall through the bill

Right on time, diamonds in my watch and on my right arm

Maybe jordans or louis vuitton

I’m feeling important, life of a don

Won’t get far on hating shit

You never get far

Let’s move forward on some player shit

Meet me by the bar

Pour up, pour up, pour up

Pour up some drank for me

Roll up, roll up now

Roll up some purp for me

On the case getting sideways

Loaded on the highway, got out from the club

Now we headed my driveway

Bout to have it my way, 4 in the morning we still on

After this shit she don’t wanna go back home

Moving, never alone, I gotta sell em a dream, I can’t sell my soul

Won’t get far on hating shit

You never get far

Let’s move forward on some player shit

Meet me by the bar

Pour up, pour up, pour up

Pour up some drank for me

Roll up, roll up now

Roll up some purp for me