| Good good mornin, this is a warnin
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| You slept on me last night, so stop the fuckin yawnin
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| You shouldn’ta dialed 540-WAKE
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| You made a mistake, now your funeral’s gonna take place
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| I’m not the nigga that you really wanna fight, right?
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| Cause I put my foot in Gladys, cause I thought she wore my Nikes
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| And I just might fuck your wife, cause I’m livin trife
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| I gives a fuck about a punk pussy rapper
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| Cause I break the Dawn in the P.M. |
| to the day after
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| You little punk bastards, the Digga’s comin after
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| Ya, strictly on a rub-out mission
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| Say your prayers like a christian
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| Or your punk ass will be missin
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| Like Jimmy Hoffa, it’s the drunken hip-hopper
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| Comin to kick your ass proper to a slow beat or some opra
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| But check me on the next verse, cause I’m out like Cindy Lauper
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| Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger
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| (I'm drunk, so what?)
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| I got the crazy drunken style
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| Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger
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| (Give the man a taste, and he’s gone)
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| I could freak a flow, fresh like fish in the fryer
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| It’s the fat rhyme supplier on the 5 train attire
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| Goin Uptown, kickin with the songs that be hittin
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| I’m swingin like my dick on the toilet when I’m shittin
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| I try to eat right, so don’t even talk of swine
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| Gettin mine on tracks that are rough like a porcupine
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| The mathmatical abstraction, I’m waxin
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| Maxin with action, shootin like Paxton
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| Ring goes the trolley, ding-ding goes the bell
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| It’s the man with the clientele, here to rock you well
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| Knock the red out your socks, now it don’t match your necks
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| It’s the crazy drunken style like a big glass of Beck’s
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| Drink, drink, drink, oh, come and get a drink
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| Of the lyrical intoxicants to make your breath stink (2x)
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| We got the lyrical — hangover
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| Check it out
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| If the mic was a 40 (I would never be sober) (2x)
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| (Drunk on Friday night)
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| Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger
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| (I'm drunk, so what?)
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| I got the crazy drunken style
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| Here comes the crazy drunken style, take a swigger
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| (Give the man a taste, and he’s gone)
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| When I’m brainstormin I do more than just rain
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| Cause I’mma get you and throw your mama from the train
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| I’m kinda vain, that makes me wanna slaughter
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| Doin shit you never thought of
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| So don’t cross the Digga, cause I’m a nigga over drunk waters
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| So heat up the skillet, so I can cook MC’s like gizzards
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| And beat that ass when you’re off to see the wizard
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| Oh is it, that bad muthafucka? |
| Word to scouts honor
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| The nigga from Saturday Night that rippin shit like Sinéad O’Connor
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| So I wanna be startin some with muthafuckas that’ll front when
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| They really know they really don’t want nothin
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| Over here, cause I get heads fly like Mike and a pair of Nike Airs
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| Agressive like a grizzly, so fuck a care bear
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| Rapunzel, suck my dick… and cut the weave out your hair |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crazy Drunkin' Style , by - Masta Ace Incorporated. Song from the album SlaughtaHouse, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп