Coolio - Kinda High Kinda Drunk lyrics

Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball Chorus: repeat 4x Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball Verse one: I'm sittin' at the bar with a hundred dollar bill The homies is runnin' late so i got some time to k** I'm peepin' out this freak in the booth in the corner I think i seen her rollin a noble, nosin under and moanin Two hookers walked in and they was lookin' for a vic But they, kept on pa**in' me by coz they can recognize a trick Twenty minutes later and two double shots of yak I take a look up at the clock, now where the f** the homies at I feel my pagers on my hipbone, who could it be Cuz i done talked to everybody that i was 'sposed to see Hahaa! now i know, the story is told And i don't even call 'em back cuz they don't know the homie cold I recieved a page my n******gs from the phone in the back I got a wink from a fine a** sista dressed in black Another double shout of yak and now the room is spinnin' But that's only the beginning, god damn! Chorus Verse two: I take a walk out to the front to get myself some air and See if i see the homies, but they still ain't there There's a fool outside drunk and he want to get into it I was strapped i coulda k**ed him, but i didn't do it I opted for the walk-away, watch the busta talk away So mister policeman, you can put your chalk away I mobb back in the club, and, kick it at my table Cause, n***az be acting stupid, and stupid sh** is fatal The homies is hella late, and now i'm startin' to think Homegirl that gave me the wink from earlier just bought me a drink She's sittin' at a stool at the other side of the bar Doing tricks with her tounge and a cherry like a p**no star The club is gettin' packed and the party is jumpin Another double shot of yak and i'm on the dancefloor bumpin' She's licking in my ear and, now i'm feeling faded It's 11:35 and the homies still ain't made it Chorus Verse three: Now i'm on the dance floor with baby and, sh** is gettin' hectic The big homey done erected, damn i've been affected By the funk in the boom and the booty in the room This ain't the commodores but this brick house got me on zoom Now i'm mackin and struttin and asking baby wa**up My name ain't everlast, but i can still make you jump Let's, hope in the q and go somewhere and kick it like some trojans We can do a little drinkin, and do a little smoking When all of a sudden i start sweatin', my stomach starts bubblin' I hear earl coming, i think i'm in trouble *vomit sounds* Ahh sh**, i got baby on her titties I guess there go my chances of gettin with her kitty I turn around and stumble away and there go the homies with Long a** trenchcoats on, laughing, sippin on 40's Now i'm in the back of my own car curled up like a punk Cuz i got too high and uhh, got too drunk Chorus [big throw up s-p-l-a-s-h] sh**!