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Yo... check it out One time for ya' mizzle... Old English 800, or the Genuine Draft Livin' the High Life is still reserved when it's bad You can say I have a problem and I say they help me solve 'em Drinkin' 40's wit' my nigga dog and all the dudes who bought 'em It seems I have evolved in to this party animal I be drunk and talkin' shit, while you pricks take it light Get off the mic and let me babble 'bout the days of old When I was young and didn't know ice teas could be so cold All I knew was colors And that stuff my mom made Nowadays I drink it just like it's the purple kool aid Bro go easy on the ice and add a little more Smirnoff So by the time I reach the bottom I can be clear raw Don't think it's 'bout to end I say it's 'bout to begin Take off my shirt, show my belly, offend a few of my friends You can ask Kid Lex We be doin' the most on Melrose with a fifth in hand, yellin' at hoes And ain't gettin' no play from the ladies who pass Shit, we're drunk, breath stinkin' without a inch of class And that's alright with me, cuz baby I'm the Big Mac I'm 'bout to cop a fat sack Niggas be like "Every time I see you K, you drunk." Remarks like that will get 'em judged as a punk You ain't crunk, buddy I'll take your latest hip-hop money Divide it with my friends so we can all get funny Keep your thoughts to yourself, cuz on the real cousin', I'm buzzin' Tell your peoples I'm a mothafucka case they thought I wasn't Mom said: "Chill out or watch your life go down" Saw what happened to a friend, Well it won't happen again And I promise: most functional, this bottle here's my petrol Force field for the unreal, I got no time to kill Plus the first time I took a nip I didn't sip Couple of wine coolers felt exactly what it was What a buzz! Had the young Double stone-knocked-out Like a sucka who step and pose a threat when I'm wet You can call me what you want a damn drunk or a fool But I'm the first to pass out and make the shit look cool Incidents like that are few like the crew drinkin' Zima or Tequiza That's for women Somebody pass the gin and Powerade Yo it's also time to drink Get off the track Imma chill with my buddies and toss a few back...
Writer(s): Michael Turner, Christopher Cesar Portugal Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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