(Hook: DJ Coco Cla$$iik)
Drinkin' out the boot
Drinkin drinkin out the boot (again) (4x)
(Verse 1: DJ Coco Cla$$iik)
I'm the realest motherf**er on the west side coast
And I'm bringing new sh** like Nutella on toast
I host a new show and make the most dough
Cuz in Vegas we going hella HAM to hyphy parties we go
Gotta drink out the boot have more good times
So we're doing it again dropping ratchet a** rhymes
Gonna show all the bros that there's no regrets
Invite me to your house Capital Punishment!
(Hook)
(Verse 2: Capital Punishment)
Capital Punishment back for the last time
I'll k** you steezy peezies(?) with this hella hyphy rhyme
You can try to take me down but you know I'll never fall
Hey guys did you know Howie s**s at volleyball?
Now I'm the one who told you about the b**hes with the fake tan
Cody you're just a little boy stop acting like a man
Fernando no! Your mother ate my dog
Fitzy it's time to hop on this verse like a metaphor frog
(Hook)
(Verse 3: Fitzy Scent)
Whats the aroma in the air? Come take a whiff it's Fitzy Scent
f** being boring, that's what I f**ing meant
This song is Drinking Out The Boot Part 2
Rap is all we ever do
But this track's a potato cuz we're headed back to our roots
Speaking of potatoes, I'm Irish as a leprechaun
Brought you Sibling Rivalry except the part with Genghis Khan
Cla$$iik Crew forever happy one year anniversary
Check back in a year from now for Drinking out the Boot Part 3
(Hook)
(Verse 4: DJ Sun)
Yo it's DJ Sun bout to hop on take 2
If you don't like what I'm spitting, boo hoo f** you
Remember last time, I gave your girl some
f** that I used her like a piece of chewing gum
I still smoke tree but I'm no Howeed
If you don't believe I'll make you f**ing bleed
That's what I got, still no one can match
You better stick to cookies and make a fresh batch
(Hook)
(Verse 5: Kid Cash)
I'm gonna start my verse with an "Eric I'm sorry"
Swagging together at the Corby-Z party
Cla$$iik Crew is a family, there's no need for disses
We're all about getting drunk and f**ing mad b**hes
It's been a long time, my flow's a little rusty
Either way I'm raping this track: Sandusky
My homie Mayday's next, b**hes are you ready?
I'm gonna try and pa** the mic off but my hands are too-
(Hook)
(Verse 6: Mayday)
Drinking out, drinking out Cla$$iik Crew is in the house
Corby's party once again man pa** the boot around
Instrumental in the mental, something not coincidental
Beat's a little different Coco Cla$$iik gone experimental
Hawaiian shirt shorts and a Maui hat
Man I want some pretzels anybody know where Howie's at?
Wrote this in a minute prerecorded for the ma**es
Drinking out the boot 2 making b**hes shake their a**es
(Hook)
(Verse 7: Uncle Ryan)
Uncle Ryan wrote a f**ing verse for part 2
Is this Maybach Music or Cla$$iik Crew?
I don't know dude, bro I really can't tell
How many records did these f*ggots sell?
Tubular's gonna sink like the Concordia
And I really hope this verse means a little bit more to ya
Cla$$iik sticks together like a pair of thighs and testicles
And makes your daddy wish you ate your motherf**ing vegetables
(Hook)
(Verse 8: Eric Slinky)
Hey! It's Eric Slinky dude!
I'm a really big fan of Magrude-ergrind
(CLA$$IIK BEATZ)
And thats a fact
Smack dem b**hes with a baseball bat
Burning mad trees but I'm really starting fires
Lost a few pounds like I'm walking on wires
I'm a nice guy, I don't fight
I sell meth you can call me Walter White
(Hook)
(Verse 9: Billynaire)
Billynaire here. Crafting and mining
I never gave a f** smoke a blunt or a cig
For 20 I'm so drunk. Arm saw(?) right switchblades to my right
Won't give up the fight a night in white
Pat McCuchen with a Sprite
f** Condescending Wonka, my stomach feels like lava
(unintellegible)
f** Toucan Sams, I wanna get the hands
Drinkin out the boot in the back of Howie's van
(Hook)
(Verse 10: Howeed)
Howeed I'm so f**ing drunk, smoke that weed like I am crunk
Weed bongs and gravs I'm all about the funk
Stop the music I f**ing love punk
I clambaked the van and it f**ing stunk
Cops here toss the boots in the trunk
Im German b**h so you know I have the junk
I drove to school and ran over a skunk
Corby-Z on my dick b**h: KER PLUNK
(Hook)
(Verse 11: MC Corby-Z)
You're all really awesome, I love the way you flow
But I want you all to be quiet like Joe Paterno
Hey, I know that I was only seven
But I laugh every time I rewatch 9/11
I'm no poet so don't call me Robert Frost
I'm a stupid f**ed up kid who chuckles at the Holocaust
I'm sorry I'm so controversial like someone who doesn't use Chrome
I'll shoot up your hopes and dreams you can call me JAMES HOLMES
(Bridge)
WHAT THE fu*k
(Verse 12: In-D-Pendent)
In-D-Pendent is...
(MC Corby-Z)
Oh no no. Not that sh** again