"Happy Birthday" as written by Adam Blake Cherrington, Samuel William Christopher N Watson and Aaron Dontez ...
It's your birthday
Put your hands in the air, air
Keep 'em there like you don't care
Happy birthday (Hey!)
That's your song, tell the DJ, "Put it back on"

It's your birthday
Put your hands in the air, air
Keep 'em there like you don't care
Happy birthday (Kick it, kick it!)
All night long, feel the [?] to tie one on

Eh yo, order another drink, I don't care what you think
I'm getting drunk as a skunk, throw up in the sink
It's a celebration, bitches, bottoms up, break the dishes
Sick and delicious, both my birthday wishes

Super-doo
One or two, I'll be scoopin' you
Mix up a pitcher with Caribou Lou
I'm thinking it's a P-A-R-T-Y
'Cause I got it
Ain't leaving 'till I empty out my bottle
Grab another round before last call
Not for the clowns
Talking loud but got a glass jaw
I'm so [?]
Slow motion, I can't hear you with that fast talk
(Slow it down, baby)
And get a handle on it
I be your birthday cake
Blow out the candle on it and I want it
'Cause it's plenty yonkers around
We won't stop 'till they close this place down, happy birthday

It's your birthday
Put your hands in the air, air
Keep 'em there like you don't care
Happy birthday (Hey!)
That's your song, tell the DJ, "Put it back on"

It's your birthday
Put your hands in the air, air
Keep 'em there like you don't care
Happy birthday (Kick it, kick it!)
All night long, feel the [?] to tie one on

Mix up a concoction
The girly is watchin'
They know I'm Kali-baby, they wanna see mr. Watson
I throw they [?]
I pull up in a Datsun
Pull the sexiest hot one and the party is poppin'
It's your Birthday, shorty
It's your party
Dance on the top of the tables like oh my Lordi
Pick up something to sip on
Ain't nothing to trip on
This club is [?] a circle, whenever they are putting Krizz on
You like fat guys
Well, I like fat thigh chicks
About your size with, with bag pack rising
She like my swagger
Says I could have her
But we trying to kick it, I can get to that right after
1-50-1 and rumplements
To the car, you're stumblin'
Your speech is kinda mumblin, with your keys, you're fumblin'
Pack 'em in your jeep, you're 'bout four deep
(You going nowhere)
Yeah have a sleep
You're kicking it for your

It's your birthday
Put your hands in the air, air
Keep 'em there like you don't care
Happy birthday (Hey!)
That's your song, tell the DJ, "Put it back on"

It's your birthday
Put your hands in the air, air
Keep 'em there like you don't care
Happy birthday (Kick it, kick it!)
All night long, feel the [?] to tie one on

Drank so much I'm falling down, falling down, crawling 'round
Drank so much I'm falling down, it's my birthday
Help me up, Kali (Come on, man) I think I gotta pee
(Get up) I'mma go into this alley so nobody can see
I know it's a ill hood, but I think I still should
Wait for it! Ahh, now that feel real good
I think I'm about to sack, let the sack fill her
And we're both drunk so give the keys to Makzilla
A birthday ain't the same without booze (Let's hit Denny's)
No, no, don't talk about food! (Apple pie)
For real mane I'm backed down on my knees
I'm hoping I don't get no liquor disease (Macaroni and cheese)
Oh God, no, please (Haha!)
I think I had too many KC Teas!

It's your birthday
Put your hands in the air, air
Keep 'em there like you don't care
Happy birthday (Hey!)
That's your song, tell the DJ, "Put it back on"

It's your birthday
Put your hands in the air, air
Keep 'em there like you don't care
Happy birthday (Kick it, kick it!)
All night long, feel the [?] to tie one on


Lyrics submitted by MooWasHere

"Happy Birthday" as written by Adam Blake Cherrington Aaron Dontez Yates

Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing

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