Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Intoxicated , by - Big Scoob. Song from the album H.O.G., in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 03.11.2016
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Intoxicated |
| This is my dayyy! |
| All the punk muh’fuckers who ain’t feelin' that |
| Get the fuck outta my way |
| 'Cause I’m intoxicated |
| Drink, drink (hey!) |
| Drink, drink, drink (hey!) |
| Drink, drink, drink (hey!) |
| Drink, drink, drink, drink, bitch! |
| Drink, drink, drink (hey!) |
| Drink, drink, drink, bitch! |
| C’mon everybody let’s get. |
| Intoxicated! |
| I’ve been told I can still stand on all ten toes |
| Intoxicated! |
| 'Cause I been throwed |
| When I’m in funk, nigga, I didn’t fold |
| Intoxicated! |
| I’ve been told I can still stand on all ten toes |
| Intoxicated! |
| 'Cause I been throwed |
| When I’m in funk, nigga, I didn’t fold |
| Intoxicated! |
| Hill billy bar is the route |
| 'Cause not too many know what me bein' a star is about |
| I ask for Hennessey up at this bar and it’s out |
| So I told my homies «fuck it, I got a bar in my house» |
| Full of whiskies and wines |
| Mixes, full liquors and bitches and pine |
| We smokin' 'stead of Sid Vicious-ing lines |
| If you the bartender this is the crime |
| Servin' me a margarita, I get a heater if it’s missin' the lime |
| Drinkin' Caribou plus |
| I swear if you fuss |
| We added pineapple slices, even more flare when you fuck |
| Have 'em, intoxicated, get a little pop inflated |
| Sprite and Moscoto, then add a bit of vodka to get you rocked and faded |
| Have you contemplated |
| How you gettin' home this spot that’s overpopulated |
| With lots of ladies |
| That’s wit it and sex is non-debated, and none of 'em is ovulatin' |
| My na na puh wah wah dated was. |
| Intoxicated! |
| I’ve been told I can still stand on all ten toes |
| Intoxicated! |
| 'Cause I been throwed |
| When I’m in funk, nigga, I didn’t fold |
| Intoxicated! |
| Walk up in the party, chicks throwin' me their pussy |
| Told her later, now little bitches on me, the pussy |
| I can turn down bitches like that, it ain’t nothin' |
| Even though she owe for two nights of flat-back fuckin' |
| If you lookin' for me, you can find me where the bar’s at |
| Intoxicated, inebriated, don’t know where the car’s at |
| I started drinkin' 'fore I came here tonight |
| Blazin' blunts back to back, so I came feelin' right |
| Lookin' for the right chick to put this thing in her life |
| And if a nigga wanna trip, it ain’t a thing, we can fight |
| We can party, we can fuck, or we can kick it |
| Or we can tear this motherfucker up, you dig it? |
| Either way, it don’t matter, 'cause I’m with it |
| I’m beating something the fuck down, do you get it? |
| If a nigga stepped quick, he get slapped quick |
| Then I pull the next chick, take her to my house and watch Netflix |
| I’ve been told I can still stand on all ten toes |
| Intoxicated! |
| 'Cause I been throwed |
| When I’m in funk, nigga, I didn’t fold |
| Intoxicated! |
| Drinkin' since the sun came up, or 'fore it went down? |
| No tellin' man, I’m drunk as fuck, that’s how I gets down |
| And I’m about to fight or fuck, after this next round |
| Big fella like a monster truck, be knockin' shit down |
| They hate it when my villains is deep, and we in the building |
| We keep 'em deep in their feelings |
| We drinkin', cheefin', and chillin' |
| I’m clutching, touching the Ruger |
| And practice active as shooter |
| The whisky make me ruder, so I’ma blame it on the liquor |
| Big fella drinkin' and trippin |
| My phone bangin', I’m missin' |
| I’m laughing, mackin' these bitches |
| And I fucking these snitches |
| I’m rowdy, wild, and aggressive |
| A bar brawler, the best-est |
| I’m hooded proof, and I’m tested |
| Intoxicated profession |
| The top dog in my section |
| My balls is hangin', I’m flexin' |
| I’m way past the jeffin' |
| Which one of you bitches sexin'? |
| Undressin', blessing my brethren |
| Bitch, bust it open and get it |
| An average night when I’m present |
| You’re more than welcome to test it (Bitch) |
| I’ve been told I can still stand on all ten toes |
| Intoxicated! |
| 'Cause I been throwed |
| When I’m in funk, nigga, I didn’t fold |
| Intoxicated! |
| I’m strictly business, I got paper on my speakerphone |
| I seen her booty, I said «Baby what you drinkin' on?» |
| I’m sippin' Bailey’s, plus the Rémy try’na creep up on |
| But I never stumbled, I just rolled up a bubble clone |
| Another shot, let me get the mob up in the b-b-block and |
| We put her puffin, plus I’m countin' on them panties droppin' |
| But don’t mistake me, fake me, 'cause I’m mackin' |
| I grip the milli, really, peel it back and |
| More than a rap song, bubble on my Motorola |
| They got them straps on 'em, they ride around the corna' |
| They got the axe on 'em, tippy on my tippy toes |
| They got the max on their backs, out to get you gone |
| Intoxicated, we just faded, get the swisher gun |
| We cop a fifth, and tip it back, and puff another one |
| We in this bitch, all them other niggas' overrated |
| You in the presence of them dogs, nigga |
| Intoxicated! |
| Drink, drink (hey!) |
| Drink, drink, drink (hey!) |
| Drink, drink, drink (hey!) |
| Drink, drink, drink, drink, bitch! |
| Drink, drink, drink (hey!) |
| Drink, drink, drink, bitch! |
| C’mon everybody let’s get… |
| Intoxicated! |
| I’ve been told I can still stand on all ten toes |
| Intoxicated! |
| 'Cause I been throwed |
| When I’m in funk, nigga, I didn’t fold |
| Intoxicated! |
| I’ve been told I can still stand on all ten toes |
| Intoxicated! |
| 'Cause I been throwed |
| When I’m in funk, nigga, I didn’t fold |