[INTRO] "Hey... who ate my chips?!" "And where's my damn drink?" [VERSE 1] I'm dancing in the club, feeling my vibe, This dude comes over, thinks he’s all hype. He taps me on the shoulder, says "What you drinkin'?" I look at him like he's rotten cheese, stinkin'. I say, "Yo, bro, go get your own, This Jack & Cola’s my zone!" Don’t touch my table, don’t touch my drink, Or I’ll show you my jazz swing, don't even blink! [PRE-CHORUS] DJ says, "Here it comes, bitches!" [CHORUS] Don’t touch my drink, don’t touch my ass, Or you’ll end up outside, looking like trash! This party’s mine, can’t you see? Keep the bass down and lower your hands, please! (Saxophone solo + hard-hitting bassline drop) [VERSE 2] DJ’s dropping bombs, I’m shaking my hips, The dude next to me’s got wet shoe tips. I say, "Watch it, man, these are my new kicks," And he says, "Sorry, it’s drinks from the mix!" We’re partying with the girls, laughing like crazy, Someone winks at me, says, "Will you go hazy?" Nah, thanks, buddy, tonight I’m the queen, This night’s mine, and you’re just unseen! [BREAKDOWN] (Drunken voice) "Man, this beat’s dope..." (Slow bass pulse, heartbeat effect, tension rising) [FINAL DROP] Don’t touch my drink, don’t touch my style, Or the DJ’ll throw you out, like a mile! This party’s mine, can’t you see? Keep the bass down and lower your hands, please! (Massive saxophone, pounding drums, wild synths explosion!) [OUTRO] (Fading jazz groove, light cymbals, distant laughter SFX) (Drunken voice) "Hey..."
