Brotha Lynch Hung - Drunken Style - Brotha Lynch Hung lyrics

Drunken style n***a ... drunk style Give me yo clothes, give me your gold Give me all the money you owe right now [Brother Lynch] Don't like to thank so I drank heavy Dump slugs out the Chevy, livin armed and deadly I'm takin chunks from punks who want funk Treat em like 15's put em in the trunk I split his splines makin sure all my sh**s clean Than seem like a wolverine with a gleam and a scheme gangsta ling Out the window hit yo block corner everybody better duck Runnin tires like the Daytona tuck you up it ain't nuttin Pushin bu*tons, warn smokin them bustas ... See I was just a baby when I first got Sicc Hit the bracin lacin alchohol, I'm bout to feel they walls with syphilis dicks Just get my kicks, tricks get chopped up like a cold cut Heat em up, flops get rocked up like that coke stuff I ain't no jokester, prankster, real gangster sh** from that n***a that brought you the Season of the Sicc Admit that was my tightest sh** besides this Don't get me wrong every song is a hit Guess who made this? Funk baid away you s**ers ain't payin right You stayin tight, coolin up in zip locks every night And my mama never fed me right We was broke so - Oh he know me I ain't no mutha f**in chump When it come to rippin up sh**, zip locks, body bag, toe tags I leave yo t-shirt sweaty any place, any time you ready Drunken style n***a So give me you clothes, give me yo gold Give me all the money you owe right now [x4] Comin soon you wann hear more buy my sh**,