| Lazy-ass gentlemans. |
| may I have yo' drunk-ass attention please
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| Comin to you motherfuckers live on stage here tonight
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| I’d like to present. |
| the most intoxicated, most inbreezeiated
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| Most anpissipated, group of our time — the 40 Oz, Quartet
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| Take it away, gentlemans
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| It’s the cap twistin clique that get you sick off one sip
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| Of this concoction — pass it to a nigga like Stockton
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| Grape juice, Johnny Walker, Olde E, and Hennesey
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| So much Remi in my kidney they had to send me to Sidney
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| To find a remedy, from drinkin kegs all alone
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| I wish they’d leave my head alone, I’m just an alkie to the bone
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| They try to send me to AA, I said «Ay ay!»
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| Not today-day, I just bought a bottle of Tan-gueray-ray
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| But first I gots to finish, my eight ball and Guinness
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| I’m feelin so dry now man, I must replenish
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| Ohhhh I like the gurrrls with the fat backs
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| But I be so damn wet I never get a chance to smack that
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| Straight out of order sign on the weenie
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| Wasted chips buyin a bitch a gang of apple martinis
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| I’m. |
| just. |
| a drunk (I can’t help myself)
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| I’m. |
| just. |
| a drunk (Drinkin X.O. off the top shelf)
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| I’m. |
| just. |
| a drunk (No I can’t help myself)
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| I’m. |
| just. |
| a drunk-k |