Intro: Tash, speaking to J-Ro
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Yo whassup man, get up man [*urrp* I can't bust man]
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Get up nigga, bust [I'm fucked]
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Get up you gotta do your verse nigga
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[Aight I'll try it] Get up nigga!
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Verse One: J-Ro
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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 *urrp*
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Sittin by the fire
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Hold on, turn the beat off [nah, keep it goin
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J-Ro can you make it?] I'm just not knowin
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I get drunk and start talkin 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 raionalize, cover your eyes
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Ah d-*urrp*, 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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*urrrrrrp* 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-*urp* drunk
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Yeah, let me pass the forty, to my nigga, Tash
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Verse Two: Tash, E-Swift
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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, [flips] type of rapper
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That'd get you our your seat quicker than a car jacker
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Slip a Colt for the fever when I'm coolin with my people
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Got hoes in East Columus like I'm BIlly Dee Wrinkle
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Cause I move like, I'm smooth like I'm Harry Belafonte
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Lookin for them niggaz 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'ta 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 got ta 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-o's
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All the hoes knows them Alkaholik bros
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Niggaz 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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Verse Three: J-Ro
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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 MC's 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-o'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 lil sumthin, to pump up the thinkin
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Outro: J-Ro
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Beer run! Ante up nigga
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Ha ha, put the money in the hat
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Only When I'm Drunk
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Tha Alkaholiks |