Cla$$iik Crew - Drinking Out The Book Part II lyrics

(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