[* Man talking *]
Yeah, go on pour ya partner some of that there [* Pouring]
Oh boy, yeah hold on not too much not too much
Right there, yeah see that`s that num num juice
(Num num num) Yeah that`ll have a motherfucker on his back
So quick (Num num num) see you gotta sip sip with this shit here
(Num num num) Cause it`ll have ya ass out of commission
Oh boy (Num num num)
[E-40]
I`m perkin` drunk about a half a liter
Liquor stains all over my cut white woman beater
Fuck Johnny Law, that`s the po-po
Outta my body ridin` solo folo, solo folo
Burpin` gurpin` girpin` swirvin` swirve
In my car, rockin` the burgandy Excursion
Music hummin` pedestrians think glossy glossy
You can see yourself in my paint, I`m so damn flossy
Serious about my thuggin`
Had to pinch myself but I couldn`t feel nothin`
Uh uh I`m pissy y`all
Cause I been drinkin` out a straw
Uh uh can`t tell me shit
Feelin` my cherry beeper on my hip
On my way to see my reala, she hella sprung
Good with her daddy, she like it when I`m num num
[Chorus]
We often num num (Num num num)
Ya know you want some (Num num num)
(I`m hella keyed and I`m perkin` off that num num num)
We often num num (Num num num)
But you can`t get none (Num num num)
(I`m hella keyed and I`m perkin` off that num num num)
[Suga T]
You play the role, get outta line you out the door
You want more, I make ya head to the liquor store
One night I sinned but I wasn`t sleepin`
My video was rotatin` but I was creepin`
Off that num num juice, they was watchin` me
That night you was liable to see anything
I was too hot to drop, my twat was on pop
The pimpin` don`t stop, long grain till I drop
[D-Shot]
I got fifteen numbers one night
And I don`t even remember what then hoes looked like
I must have been drunk out my motherfuckin` mind
I took two to the house
And then I put my dick in they mouth
I remember doin` two but it looked like I was doin` eight
In which I was gettin` raped
I woke up the next morning with the rubber still on
But all a nigga`s shit was gone
[Chorus]
[B-Legit]
I`ma tailgate fanatic
Barbecues with rowdy crews I`m manic
First round genuine draft pick
I crack the bottle, sippin` on some Sapphire swallow
Insides hollow, niggas like follow me wrong
Two or three pints to the dome, now I`m on
Gone with the wind, clothes sweaty
Cover up the liquor, hoes ready
Niggas bet that nigga B he hella over
But I`m sober, I runs like a Range Rover
Or a Nova, 68 O.G.
In Guatemala, know they can`t fuck with me
Act real bad like a Raider fan
Rather argue or fight than understand
But I`m the man, really am tell the truth
I`m hella keyed perkin` off that num num juice
[Chorus x2]
[E-40 to fade]
I`m hella keyed and I`m perkin` off that num num num
(Num num num)
