Drunken style n***a ... drunk style
Give me yo clothes, give me your gold
Give me all the money you owe right now
[Brother Lynch]
Don't like to thank so I drank heavy
Dump slugs out the Chevy, livin armed and deadly
I'm takin chunks from punks who want funk
Treat em like 15's put em in the trunk
I split his splines makin sure all my sh**s clean
Than seem like a wolverine with a gleam and a scheme gangsta ling
Out the window hit yo block corner everybody better duck
Runnin tires like the Daytona tuck you up it ain't nuttin
Pushin bu*tons, warn smokin them bustas
... See I was just a baby when I first got Sicc
Hit the bracin lacin alchohol, I'm bout to feel they walls with syphilis dicks
Just get my kicks, tricks get chopped up like a cold cut
Heat em up, flops get rocked up like that coke stuff
I ain't no jokester, prankster, real gangster
sh** from that n***a that brought you the Season of the Sicc
Admit that was my tightest sh** besides this
Don't get me wrong every song is a hit
Guess who made this?
Funk baid away you s**ers ain't payin right
You stayin tight, coolin up in zip locks every night
And my mama never fed me right
We was broke so - Oh he know me I ain't no mutha f**in chump
When it come to rippin up sh**, zip locks, body bag, toe tags
I leave yo t-shirt sweaty any place, any time you ready
Drunken style n***a
So give me you clothes, give me yo gold
Give me all the money you owe right now [x 4]
Comin soon you wann hear more buy my sh**, 2002