Brotha Lynch Hung - Drunken Style lyrics

Drunken Style n***a (Drunken Style) Give me your clothes Give me your gold Give me all the money you owe (right now) Don't like to think so I drink heavy Dam slugs out the Chevy livin' armed and deadly I'm taking chunks from punks who want funk Treat'em like .15's put'em in the trunk I slip clean makin' sure all my sh** clean Then seem like a wolverine wit a gleam in sceam gangsta lean Out the window hit your blocc corner everybody litted up Runnin' them tires like tha Daytonya tuck you up it ain't nothin' Pushin' bu*tons who wantto smoke them bustas See I was a baby when I first got Sicc Did the (??????????) and alcohol and 'bout fill there wall with syphills dick Just my kicks tricks get chop out like a cold cut heat'em up Rocked up like that cokesta I ain't no jokes or pranksta real gangsta sh** from that n***a who brought you Season Of Da Sicc Admit that was my tightest sh** besides this don't get me wrong every songs is a hit Guess who made this Phonk Beta while you s**as ain't paying right we stayin' tight Pullin' openin' Ziplocks every nite my momma neva fed me right We was broke some i'm off that OE you know me i'm no mothaf**a joke When it comes to rippin' up sh** ziplock bodybag toetag I leave your t-shirt sweaty anyplace anytime you ready (Chorus)x4 Comin' soon you want to hear more buy my sh** 2002 Song = Drunken Style