Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Licker, artist - Brotha Lynch Hung. Album song The Plague, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.04.2005
Record label: Orchard
Song language: English
Licker |
So if you wanna get fucked up |
Pour some licker in your cup |
When you pass out or throw up homey |
Then you had enough |
And I don’t wanna drink alone |
Don’t wanna go no home |
Grab your cup and get fucked up |
Toss it back and now it’s on |
Sittin in the studio making up some proper beats |
Drinkin Ol' E, sippin Gin and some Hennessy |
I hear a knockin' at the front door |
Who could it be? |
A hoe? |
Open up and I say, «Hey» |
She got Courvoisier, Tanqueray and grandma lle |
Enough to set the night off |
So baby turn the light off |
And take them panties right off |
Let’s get raw |
Oooh I like the way your sippin on that glass of Tanqueray |
Got the licker talkin dirty words to me |
Sayin, «Fuck me, I’m ready» |
Pour me another shot of Henny |
Before I hit that ass, I’m puttin on a beanie |
And proceed to bring that freak out up in her |
Aint nothin that do that like licker |
So if you wanna get fucked up |
Pour some licker in your cup |
When you pass out or throw up homey |
Then you had enough |
And I don’t wanna drink alone |
Don’t wanna go no home |
Grab your cup and get fucked up |
Toss it back and now it’s on |
I started with the Ol' E |
Then it graduated to the Hennessy VSOP |
Rollin blunts in a cheesy |
Chokin on a steezy |
Smoke that Tobacc for the weezy |
Bend to the curb |
G smash to the block, don’t stop |
Get another 5th and pop the top |
Bless the bottle, hit the throttle |
What’s up to the folks, I’ll see you tomorrow |
Right now we good, I’m goin to the woods |
I got a little bitch with some Henny and bud |
I can’t get stuck |
Drink lightly, Tonight might be the night she choose me |
Dank with the Uzi |
When I’m all this scummy and sloppy |
Don’t try to stop me, I’m not me |
It’s from the licker and fire weed |
Can’t stop drinkin |
What’s wrong with me? |
I know I can handle the weed |
If I couldn’t, I’d go to sleep |
But this licker won’t let me be |
Far from the normal, I’m feelin horrible |
Hurl sensations got control |
My stomach’s swole, Full from the licker |
Optimo’s got my mind blowed |
But I’m at this hoe |
Tryin to find out what the is she talkin bout |
Could it have been from her house? |
Or could it have been from bustin nuts in her mouth? |
I done fucked around and got bit |
Hit it more and I aint gonna remember shit |
I done drank too much |
And now I’m sick, Fuckin with this silly bitch |
Let’s go to the licker store |
Call us up another hoe |
Stack up on some alcohol |
Before we make them coochie calls |
Now I know I’ve been drinkin but I don’t give a fuck |
I got two D.U.I.'s |
I get one more, I’m stuck |
Headed up the G-Times |
Bitches on the way and they all fine |
Six niggaz deep and we rollin in a Lincoln |
Everybody’s drinkin |
Oooh I just can’t wait to make it back |
So we can get fucked up |
Sittin back with the honeys |
Drinkin with mami |
I’m feelin cool now |
Know what to do now |
Grab your broads and we headed to the room now |
If you drink too much |
Then your ass gonna get sicker |
Don’t nothing do that like licker |
So if you wanna get fucked up |
Pour some licker in your cup |
When you pass out or throw up homey |
Then you had enough |
And I don’t wanna drink alone |
Don’t wanna go no home |
Grab your cup and get fucked up |
Toss it back and now it’s on |