we not in the club we up in the backyard up in the backyard we got the drank we got the tank stay with the dank let me be frank I need a bitch that can go to the bank dont have to rich dont like a filthy bich bad attitude shit im not in the mood your fucking up my high oooh say another word ooooh I'm trying to enjoy myself baroque ribs I made myself radio bumbin alcohol everyone got some not gonna run out from nightfall to sun out in the backyard partying it up not in the club but in the backyard we not in the club we up in the backyard up in the backyard we not in the club we up in the backyard up in the backyard girlfriend go on shake that rump shake that backyard clap them cheeks looks so sweet where did we meet i swear it from the street I dont know im just saying your like whoa look how the back slope down to the backdoor dip it touch the floor you want how much more slap that ass my hand got sore head to the room short of the bed land on the floor fuck so good I should take you on tour have you yellin oh lord with me you'll never get board show the love listen to the sub charge not in the club in the backard we not in the club we up in the backyard up in the backyard we not in the club we up in the backyard up in the backyard now everybody hold they drink up beer in the bottle stay in the bottle drink the keg with the legs up crowd around party getting down live in the town yep they drunk asking for more give em what they want por favor standing empty handed looking like an eye sore brewsky give about five more dreams are made of this it is to die for