[Hook: DJ Paul] 8x
f**in' with that liquor and them d**
[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
I say: twist it, hit it, light it, that's that burn that hay
In the bone, kush (?) smokin' on that hay
I followed it up with yay
Most n***as can't do that play
Take a sip of Grand Marnier
My beats for the loop lay
n***a I'm on that oldschool sh**
Gettin' high, makin' that oldschol sh**
Gettin' high, f**ing me a oldschool b**h
That I met on the Mystic Stylez sh**
Lighters in the air for Lord Infamous!
I said: lighters in the air for Lord Infamous!
Smoke one, b**h
[Verse 2: MJG]
This is how I spit it when I wanna spit it with the Hi-hat
I'm pimp tight MJG, I'mma make you wanna buy that
Download, CD, mixtape, MP3
b**hes up to stick up daily but that sh** ain't temptin' me
... Break up for a b**h, I rather break a hoe
Make her go to distance
See that's how far I can really take her so
Tasteless hoe, never get smart at the mouth
I gotta back up b**h
Drank a yak, smoke a sack
Now it's time for you to back up b**h
[Hook: DJ Paul] 8x
f**in' with that liquor and them d**
[Verse 3: Lord Infamous]
Went up to the liquor store
Got me a fifth of the Hennessy
Got some stouts just comin' up
I hope those b**hes are ready to G
Pa** Paul the blunt, he take three hits, he pa** it back to me
Listening to a new track we just dropped
Coming through the A.M.P, got back to the crib
Opened the freezer and cracked the ice tray
Fillin on some gla**es, the hoes just called, they on the way
Hey so we chiefin, hoes jump up, I started to pourin'
The Hennessy, the gift to see and this sh** won't be borin'
Hoes will be whorin, n***as will be scorin'
f**in on the floors and deep sea explorin'
But anyway the s*uts feel it and then they started to sip it
Twenty minutes later she on my dick, I started to dip it
Dogin coochies, workin hoochies
Makin them b**hes do they duties
Soon as I got trough, kicked they a** out
Then I watched a movie
Now my a** is layed out on the rug
Toked up, f**in wit that liquor and dat bud mane
[Hook: DJ Paul] 8x
f**in' with that liquor and them d**
[Verse 4: Koopsta Knicca]
(?) my (?) and go away
I prayed to god, my sins never went away
Koopsta Knicca, all n***as
Y'all n***as Triple Six members
(?) from the (?), check yo vest
Hoe you dare, it's like Crunchy said
I sleep with ammo, rolled kush dope
Blunts, weed, smoke
And blow out a cloud of smoke
[Verse 5: Crunchy Black]
I smoke weed, I smoke bud, I f**ed off with (?)
I f**ed off with (?) she's a freaky little s*ut
See I bent that b**h over and I f**ed her in the bu*t
She licked on my nuts, yes she licked on my nuts
Full of all that Grand Marnier and I'm 'bout to bust a nut
All on that b**h face, cause I'm full of that drug
f**in' off with liquor and dat bud (what what?)
f**in' off with liquor and dat bud
[Hook: DJ Paul] 8x
f**in' with that liquor and them d**