Ghetto Techno [Leak] - JAY-Z ft. []

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

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

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

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!

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

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!

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

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!

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)