Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Beer, artist - People Under The Stairs. Album song Beer, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.12.2010
Record label: Om
Song language: English
Beer |
It was a friday night everybody was drinkin' |
The ladies were upset cause the breath was stinkin' |
And it won’t be long 'til we start to funk |
Cause Double’s gonna get drunk buddy |
Thes One’s gonna get drunk buddy |
Everybody get drunk buddy |
Crack the 40 who’s down to get plastered |
I get the party started with the Arrogant Bastard |
The homey stay stoned, the wifey get boned |
I keep her ass pregnant, drive my drunk ass home |
Cause she likes the beer like I like the brew |
Pump the pony keg, refilling my 22 |
With the ales, pilsner, lager, or the stout |
Hops 'til the party stops, I make the people shout |
Call the cops, call his pops, somebody carry him home |
Royalty at Bevmo, my party well-known |
Got the Full Sail wholesale, not the Duvel |
Sometime Chimay, yellin' like TIMMY! |
You fellas keep it Stella, keep it domestic |
My big old Fat Tire, time to get reckless |
Wherever I’m at, yo the party’s right here |
You like Ed Hardy, we like BEEER! |
Now who wants a 40? |
(we want a 40) |
Who wants a quart? |
(we want a quart) |
You want a 32? |
(NO!) |
You want a whole keg? |
(yeah!) |
Well leave it up to me to start the party off right |
Take shots from your cup |
We gonna do it all night |
Cause I like drinking 'til I can’t see |
And if your in your right mind |
Stay away from me |
Anything from OE, to PBR, when it comes to getting drunk I’m a superstar |
Got drunk in Japan (wah), drunk in front of my mom |
Drank in front of the Alamo, smoking the bomb |
You could feel a little woozy, I hurl in your 'cuzi |
Threaten to shoot the party up with a toy uzi |
To my kidneys and liver, your time is near |
You like hanging on twitter |
And we like beer |
Word! |
40-ounce in my lap and it’s cold as hell! |
Can’t stop won’t stop drinkin' on a pop top |
I get drunk cause, I get drunk |
Because this here’s a beer song for dudes who like beer |
Yo, you don’t like beer? |
Get the fuck out of here! |
No really man, I think you should go home |
You poured me a beer and my beverage was all foam and Keystone |
The liquor store connoisseur who’s well known |
At the San Franciscan, looking like Snake Plissken, Detroit ghetto blaster, |
Racer #5, even Yuengling keep the party alive |
Shiner Bock? |
Rock? |
and Lost Abbey Road, Lagunitas |
And what have we, the dude sud savvy |
I’m rude plus crabby 'til I strap one on the Good Cheer |
I’ll fuck you up in beer pong right here |
Yeah, get my twist like new years |
You like TMZ, we like beer |
UNDERSTAND! |
(fucker) |
When I was 17, I asked an old man |
To take a couple quarters and buy me a tall can |
Back then, it’s all about 8-ball, St. Ides |
Good brew hanging out with my crew |
Sometimes we’d get the Night train or the Thunderchicken |
I thought it would pass, the nigga’s still sippin' |
I go hard, like when I first wake up (boing) |
Crack a cold one, and pour that shit in my cup |
Now here comes the madness, the night like Gladys |
Call me dyno-wino, see I’m the badest |
Word to Cash, this bud’s for you |
They should put me with the monkeys down in LA zoo |
And you can come see me, for a small fee |
Watch me get drunk with my family |
You could take it to the bridge I take it to the fridge |
Make sure it’s real quiet, so I could hear the fizz |
When you see me in public, know my bottle is near |
Ya’ll niggas like tight pants, we like beer |
Hip Hop shooby doo bop |
Ya' don’t stop |