Intro: tash, speaking to j-ro
Yo whassup man, get up man [*urrp* I cant bust man]
Get up nigga, bust [im fucked]
Get up you gotta do your verse nigga
[aight Ill try it] get up nigga!
Verse one: j-ro
I get drunk and I stumble to the phone
And conjure up a bitch to bone when Im alone
Ohh shit, tow back, I need to take a piss
Only when Im drunk I sing a song like this
My grandma and your grandma *urrp*
Sittin by the fire
Hold on, turn the beat off [nah, keep it goin
J-ro can you make it? ] Im just not knowin
I get drunk and start talkin mo shit
And when I got a gun in my hand you better get, out
Cause my brain just aint what it used to be
Forget tryin to raionalize, cover your eyes
Ah d-*urrp*, damn Im drunk
I need a chunk, no better yet a hunk of that funk
When I get drunk I might act uncouth
But when I get drunk I always tell the truth
Yeah Im good, Im bad, Im dope, Im freaky fresh
I make hip-hop fans say yes yes
The liks comin through, you know we gonna blow upop
Hold up, hold up, I think I gotta...
*urrrrrrp* damn, false alarm
Gettin all the ladies with my cool charm
When I get drunk I might even call my daddy a punk
Yeah, but only when Im dr-*urp* drunk
Yeah, let me pass the forty, to my nigga, tash
Verse two: tash, e-swift
It goes one for the chronic, two for the amnesia
Its the pimp-slap niggy with drinks in the freezer
Bust the one out, two out, [flips] type of rapper
Thatd get you our your seat quicker than a car jacker
Slip a colt for the fever when Im coolin with my people
Got hoes in east columus like Im billy dee wrinkle
Cause I move like, Im smooth like Im harry belafonte
Lookin for them niggaz that jumped my homey dante
All up in this bitch with the gin and tanqueray
Drink like mr. wendal smoke bud like dr. dre
But thats cause Im old enough to do that type of shit
Got damn I gotta piss I pass the mic to e-swift
Yeah, I get drunk and cant nobody whoop me
Im trippin, must be the brew that I was sippin
Kickin in, guess I shouldnta mixed it with the gin
Cause when Im layin on my back I can feel the room spin
One too many, I reckon
Feelin I got ta earl, any second
Wanna get up but cant move, feels like Im stuck in the groove
What the fuck was I tryin to prove?
I get a rep for downin four-os
All the hoes knows them alkaholik bros
Niggaz call me dad I got a fifth in the trunk
Might fuck an ugly bitch but only when Im drunk
Verse three: j-ro
Aight, think Im feelin a little better
Ready to bust this, like this
And ya dont miss, check it out
I get drunk and start thinkin bout my friends
That passed on with every forty ounce the memory will last on
Black man muzzle, mike lee and suavey d
The three mcs will always live in my memories
We used to rock shows, we used to rock hoes
And drink forty-os, and wear the same clothes
Damn I wish we could go through it again
But I know one day we gonna do it again
And when that day comes its gonna be live
But I aint in no hurry so I dont drink and drive
The alkaholiks we gets funky when we drinkin
Just a lil sumthin, to pump up the thinkin
Outro: j-ro
Beer run! ante up nigga
Ha ha, put the money in the hat
