Erick Sermon - Whiskey And Coke lyrics

[Intro: Erick Sermon] Number number number number niiiiiiinnnnnnnnnneeeeeeee!!!! Erick Sermon! Twon Gabz! New Def Squad! [Verse 1: Erick Sermon] Uh! Yeah! Globe-trottin, got money to travel I'm wine sippin, I the valley of Napal I'm gettin money you puttin in raffles You can't dig up with that sh**, you a**holes My dough stack high like flagpoles (HUH!) This gun shoot you then I grab soul (Gimme it!) The reaper, model styles A headband, blue jeans, zip up and sneakers Who got the nerve to blast on me?! All that singin I'm hearin, y'all belong on Glee Flee...dog (UH HUH!) These broads are hangin around me like bird around tree E! I got that roster, ask Diddy (UH!) I got that Formula, ask 50 (Yep!) Me and Twon terrorizin the city (HUH!) Up in the spot with these big bu*ts and TITTIES!!!!!!! [Verse 2: Twon Gabz] I live a vida loca, spit on ya Middle finger ocho then arriba docha It's over, bag more chicks then Dolce & Gabbana did Rap's ate more n***as then Jeffrey Dahmer did Cookin fam on your face like Benny Honda did So I got more haters then Osama did I took more shots then 'Pac and 50 did That's truth homey, I got proof homey I took a hundred rounds of Grey Goose homey Huh! You ain't a real rapper you a spoof homey I'm gourmet you Ramen Noodle food A drunk slur to your girl you Beau-tiful I feel good this evenin See what that God blessed me to be breat-hin And that's a good enough reason Good mo'nin, me and my eggs both cheesin [Verse 3: Fish Grease {Erick Sermon}] Uh! Fish Grease yep! I'm the sh**! Prosthetic leg but the strut ain't switched! Hated in the hood, but loved by your b**h I would come out and play but she's all on my dick (WOO!) Like Taylor Allison, I'm Swift Hit them off everytime, never miss Like Jordan from the line, every rhyme's a swish Styles upon styles I can sit and pick Like this one's for that and that one's for this (Uh!) Switch 'em up with their outfits like kicks (Yeah!) Def Squad raised me, y'all can't phase me (Uh!) f** you, pay me, test tube baby! (LET'S GO!) I bet it all, we bet it in the mall 'Cause, rappers today is wack {And I'll say it!} But like Chuck D I don't believe that hype I bet you, run for your life in a pillow fight {HEYYYYYY!!!!!!} [Verse 4: Kapone] Hi my name is Kapone and I'm an alcoholic I blacked out for awhile but I really can't call it Your boy been nice since Jordan's since rolled Drinkin shots of Tequila with the Vodka Alimoe Lil' purp, lil' vic, lil' haze pocket right Red eye flight, with the red eye sight Baby drinkin Reesemen's, Remy Martin martini's Drink Bacardi Lemon, I think I hear Biggie speakin I make your mouthpiece obese, and guns squeeze Come up off the cheese more Jack Daniel's please Like Red Foxx to Grady dummy you talkin out of line I know I gotta be drunk, 'cause Aun't Ester lookin fine I'm drinkin Louis 15th or Louis Chaundon In my Louis Vuitton, yo baby get it on! Words stay slurred off the icky and herb This is Def Squad baby were the bottom on the curb [Outro: Erick Sermon] Whiskey and Coca-Cola, Vodka and Lemonade It's just the music baby, that make me feels this way Whiskey and Coca-Cola, Vodka and Lemonade It's just the music baby, that make me feels this way