| Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
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| Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball
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| Chorus: repeat 4X
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| Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
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| Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball
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| Verse One:
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| I’m sittin' at the bar with a hundred dollar bill
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| The homies is runnin' late so I got some time to kill
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| I’m peepin' out this freak in the booth in the corner
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| I think I seen her rollin a Noble, nosin under and moanin
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| Two hookers walked in and they was lookin' for a vic
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| But they, kept on passin' me by coz they can recognize a trick
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| Twenty minutes later and two double shots of yak
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| I take a look up at the clock, now where the FUCK the homies at
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| I feel my pagers on my hipbone, who could it be
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| Cuz I done talked to everybody that I was 'sposed to see
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| Hahaa! |
| Now I know, the story is told
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| And I don’t even call 'em back cuz they don’t know the homie cold
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| I recieved a page my niggers from the phone in the back
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| I got a wink from a fine ass sista dressed in black
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| Another double shout of yak and now the room is spinnin'
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| But that’s only the beginning, god damn!
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| Verse Two:
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| I take a walk out to the front to get myself some air and
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| See if I see the homies, but they still ain’t there
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| There’s a fool outside drunk and he want to get into it
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| I was strapped I coulda killed him, but I didn’t do it
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| I opted for the walk-away, watch the busta talk away
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| So mister policeman, you can put your chalk away
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| I mobb back in the club, and, kick it at my table
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| Cause, niggas be acting stupid, and stupid shit is fatal
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| The homies is hella late, and now I’m startin' to think
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| Homegirl that gave me the wink from earlier just bought me a drink
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| She’s sittin' at a stool at the other side of the bar
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| Doing tricks with her tounge and a cherry like a porno star
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| The club is gettin' packed and the party is jumpin
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| Another double shot of yak and I’m on the dancefloor bumpin'
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| She’s licking in my ear and, now I’m feeling faded
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| It’s 11:35 and the homies still ain’t made it
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| Verse Three:
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| Now I’m on the dance floor with baby and, shit is gettin' hectic
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| The big homey done erected, damn I’ve been affected
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| By the funk in the boom and the booty in the room
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| This ain’t the Commodores but this Brick House got me on zoom
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| Now I’m mackin and struttin and asking baby wassup
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| My name ain’t Everlast, but I can still make you jump
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| Let’s, hope in the Q and go somewhere and kick it like some Trojans
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| We can do a little drinkin, and do a little smoking
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| When all of a sudden I start sweatin', my stomach starts bubblin'
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| I hear earl coming, I think I’m in trouble *vomit sounds*
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| Ahh shit, I got baby on her titties
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| I guess there go my chances of gettin with her kitty
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| I turn around and stumble away and there go the homies with
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| Long ass trenchcoats on, laughing, sippin on 40's
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| Now I’m in the back of my own car curled up like a punk
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| Cuz I got too high and uhh, got too drunk
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| SHIT! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kinda High, Kinda Drunk, artist - Coolio. Album song Gangsta's Paradise, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп