Intro: Tash, speaking to J-Ro
Yo wha**up man, get up man [*urrp* I can't bust man]
Get up n***a, bust [I'm f**ed]
Get up you gotta do your verse n***a
[Aight I'll try it] Get up n***a!
[Verse One: J-Ro]
I get drunk and I stumble to the phone
And conjure up a b**h to bone when I'm alone
OHh sh**, tow back, I need to take a piss
Only when I'm 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?]
I'm just not knowin'
I get drunk and start talking mo' sh**
And when I got a gun in my hand you better get, out
Cause my brain just ain't what it used to be
Forget tryin' to rationalize, cover your eyes
Ah d-[*urrp*], damn I'm 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 I'm good, I'm bad, I'm dope, I'm 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 I'm dr-[*urp*] drunk
Yeah, let me pa** the forty, to my n***a, Tash
[Verse Two: Tash]
It goes one for the chronic, two for the amnesia
It's the pimp-slap n**y with drinks in the freezer
Bust the one out, two out, [flips!] type of rapper
That'd get you our your seat quicker than a car jacker
Sip a Colt for the fever when I'm coolin' with my people
Got hoes in East Columbus like I'm Billy Dee Winkle
Cause I move like, I'm smooth like I'm Harry Belafonte
Lookin for them n***as that jumped my homey Dante
All up in this b**h with the gin and Tanqueray
Drink like Mr. Wendal smoke bud like Dr. Dre
But that's cause I'm old enough to do that type of sh**
Got damn I gotta piss I pa** the mic to E-Swift
[Verse Two cont.: E-Swift]
Yeah, I get drunk and can't nobody whoop me
I'm trippin', must be the brew that I was sippin'
Kickin' in, guess I shouldn't have mixed it with the gin
Cause when I'm layin' on my back I can feel the room spin
One too many, I reckon
Feelin I gotta earl, any second
Wanna get up but can't move, feels like I'm stuck in the groove
What the f** was I tryin to prove?
I get a rep for downin' four-oh's
All the hoes knows them Alkaholik bros
n***as call me dad I got a fifth in the trunk
Might f** an ugly b**h but only when I'm drunk
[Verse Three: J-Ro]
Aight, think I'm feelin' a little better
Ready to bust this, like this
And ya don't miss, check it out
I get drunk and start thinkin' bout my friends
That pa**ed 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-oh's, 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 it's gonna be live
But I ain't in no hurry so I don't drink and drive
The Alkaholiks we gets funky when we drinkin'
Just a li'l somethin', to pump up the thinkin'
[Outro: J-Ro]
Beer run! Ante up n***a
Ha ha, put the money in the hat