| Yo whassup man, get up man
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| Get up nigga, bust
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| Get up you gotta do your verse nigga
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| Get up nigga!
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| I get drunk and I stumble to the phone
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| And conjure up a bitch to bone when I’m alone
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| OHh shit, tow back, I need to take a piss
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| Only when I’m drunk I sing a song like this
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| My grandma and your grandma
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| Sittin by the fire
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| Hold on, turn the beat off
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| I’m just not knowin'
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| I get drunk and start talking mo' shit
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| And when I got a gun in my hand you better get, out
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| Cause my brain just ain’t what it used to be
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| Forget tryin' to rationalize, cover your eyes
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| Ah d-, damn I’m drunk
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| I need a chunk, no better yet a hunk of that funk
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| When I get drunk I might act uncouth
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| But when I get drunk I always tell the truth
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| Yeah I’m good, I’m bad, I’m dope, I’m freaky fresh
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| I make hip-hop fans say yes yes
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| The Liks comin through, you know we gonna blow upop
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| Hold up, hold up, I think I gotta…
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| Damn, false alarm
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| Gettin all the ladies with my cool charm
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| When I get drunk I might even call my daddy a punk
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| Yeah, but only when I’m dr- drunk
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| Yeah, let me pass the forty, to my nigga, Tash
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| It goes one for the chronic, two for the amnesia
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| It’s the pimp-slap niggy with drinks in the freezer
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| Bust the one out, two out, type of rapper
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| That’d get you our your seat quicker than a car jacker
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| Sip a Colt for the fever when I’m coolin' with my people
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| Got hoes in East Columbus like I’m Billy Dee Winkle
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| Cause I move like, I’m smooth like I’m Harry Belafonte
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| Lookin for them niggas that jumped my homey Dante
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| All up in this bitch with the gin and Tanqueray
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| Drink like Mr. Wendal smoke bud like Dr. Dre
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| But that’s cause I’m old enough to do that type of shit
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| Got damn I gotta piss I pass the mic to E-Swift
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| Yeah, I get drunk and can’t nobody whoop me
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| I’m trippin', must be the brew that I was sippin'
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| Kickin' in, guess I shouldn’t have mixed it with the gin
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| Cause when I’m layin' on my back I can feel the room spin
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| One too many, I reckon
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| Feelin I gotta earl, any second
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| Wanna get up but can’t move, feels like I’m stuck in the groove
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| What the fuck was I tryin to prove?
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| I get a rep for downin' four-oh's
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| All the hoes knows them Alkaholik bros
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| Niggas call me dad I got a fifth in the trunk
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| Might fuck an ugly bitch but only when I’m drunk
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| Aight, think I’m feelin' a little better
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| Ready to bust this, like this
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| And ya don’t miss, check it out
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| I get drunk and start thinkin' bout my friends
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| That passed on with every forty ounce the memory will last on
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| Black Man Muzzle, Mike Lee and Suavey D
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| The three MCs will always live in my memories
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| We used to rock shows, we used to rock hoes
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| And drink forty-oh's, and wear the same clothes
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| Damn I wish we could go through it again
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| But I know one day we gonna do it again
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| And when that day comes it’s gonna be live
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| But I ain’t in no hurry so I don’t drink and drive
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| The Alkaholiks we gets funky when we drinkin'
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| Just a li’l somethin', to pump up the thinkin'
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| Beer run! |
| Ante up nigga
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| Ha ha, put the money in the hat |