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 talkin 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 raionalize, 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, e-swift
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
Slip a colt for the fever when i'm coolin with my people
Got hoes in east columus like i'm billy dee wrinkle
Cause i move like, i'm smooth like i'm harry belafonte
Lookin for them n***az 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
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'ta 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 got ta 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-o's
All the hoes knows them alkaholik bros
n***az 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 mc's will always live in my memories
We used to rock shows, we used to rock hoes
And drink forty-o'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 lil sumthin, to pump up the thinkin
Outro: j-ro
Beer run! ante up n***a
Ha ha, put the money in the hat