Flatbush Zombies - The Hangover lyrics

[Hook X2: Erick Arc Elliot] Drinking that hurricane has got me f**ed up St. Ides and the blunt, I be getting f**ed up Drinkin' that Colt 45 done got me f**ed up f** is up? sh**.. I'm f**ed up n***a [Verse 1: Meech] She said something bout Mary, I'm on Lucy, she on Molly Told her "shut the f** up, and let that liquor fill your body b**h" I ain't gonna lie, I'll probably take d** till I die (ALREADY DEAD!) Super high, pissy drunk over the ribbon in the sky ha Two 40 ounce, that's 80 something n***a, I was born in 80 something 2-2 in her purse go BLAOW BLAOW Kitty in the skirt go MEOW MEOW Smoke, I'mma dick em' down, down It's Darko, you know the wild child f** the law, though No bag on my 4-o Girls drop them drawers slow As I roll it up and I pour slow b**h two ain't enough, I need four more I'm referring to the liquor and the who*es, ya know Hurricane, that sh** got me slurring They way that p**y drip drippy, when I thought it was urine I'm high and mighty, she slow and slurping Magic carpet ride, we f**ing rugs that's Persian (Magic carpet ride, we f**ing rugs that's Persian) 12 feet when I smoke that sh** 27 feet when I stand on my dick And on this OE, I'm a straight OG Hell yeah I do d**, but I never OD I'm 12 feet when I smoke that sh** 27 feet when I stand on my dick And on this OE, I'm a straight OG Hell yeah I do d**, but I never OD (NOT YET.. NOT YET.. NOT YETTTT) [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Juice] Look at me, I'm stoned To the bone, bone, bone Riding with that chrome Brangdangdang, now you lain I mean laid, I love titties Too much haze Disel sour every hour now I'm f**ed up You losing n***a, tough luck Red Stripe on ice, 6-pack Now I'm down to f** Can't catch me on your scene I am cream, my gold's clean All white everything, word to Mary Jane Cocaine regime, peace to Cobain 40 ounces while your girl show me inside her blouses Peak, peak, let me sneak, cat and mouse sh** I'm a fiend for the green (I love it) I don't sniff sheen (Never) But she's willing And I'm leaning Zombie Team, word to the homies Triple G's, speak for the lonely, speak for the needy Speak for the n***as dying in these streets That don't give a f** drink a few of the dream I ain't going to lie, I probably won't live till 25 So much stresses on my mind Stress is stress, drop a tab, collect Recollect just a retrospect My gra** getting longer, married to the marijuana (I SAID I'm MARRIED TO THE MARIJUANA!) [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Erick Arc Elliot] Brown paper bag in my right hand when I wanna leave my soul G-O-D on me go deep as I bleep to a vortex send me home Shoot to your crib with a change of clothes Lot of n***as never got you wet before Either yes or no Pour another drink of the Cognac f** with a n***a that will f** with your n***a's b**h Then I rip in the bong Then I throw this dick into your mom Sits with a charm ? gold, moon and the stars Hit him one time, and I use the barrage Mean set a broads that will drink at the bar Cause they think I'mma star Arc is the emblem Who will defend them? Mother f**ing feds and the soul But the weed aroma is like a boulder Hold it, I told ya the coma from the corner My composure is golden, girl Betty white got a loads of ? (Bet she like when I hold it, girl) Better drink it down, 40 ounce Hurricane, it gon' slow your brain up Armed and dangerous, almost famous Waking up, don't even know what your name is You pretend to be another friend of me, but you're my enemy Zombie gang to the tenth degree The flesh rot green while I fill your emba**y Got a cup full of drank and a blunt filled with dank dank dank Wanna throw it up like a gang sign, mane Twisted and empty, don't bother tempting me Tool get destroyed with you Gone [Hook X2]