Jim Brown - Drugs, Girls, Money, Liquor lyrics

[Intro:] A couple of things that'll bring a dude down, I'll tell ya in a sec Uh-Spose, OH, SEVEN Drugs, girls, money, liquor [Verse 1:] Check it out, hey, yo, I'm breaking up prescription d** on Egyptian rugs Too blazed to be depicted thugs, blunts like "Huh, huh?" My Ziplocs used to be in tip top form, like my hip-hop Then one morn police swarmed the dorm (god damn!) Warned, but didn't listen, ignored my inhibitions Was snorin' but they had warrants so now my parents b**hin' No tuition because of my drug addiction "Oh Ryan, you lyin'!" Nah, b**h, it's non-fiction These blondes and brunettes are goddamn ruthless My wallet's Somalian and starvin', it's quite retarded Girls, you can't take them out like the garbage When the dinner costs more than the rent for your apartment They want diamonds, islands, expensive bottles I'm like "How about the dollar menu at McDonalds?" But no girls is on their knees for fries and double cheese Jeez, at least my right hand will f** me for free! [Hook:] What's it all about? Drugs, girls, money, liquor have got me Minding my dimes and nickles But still I'm (alright) As long as I'm myself it's cool I'm just trying not to be a tool If you feel me say (yeah) Drugs, girls, money, liquor have got me Minding my dimes and nickles But still I'm (alright) Cause as long as I'm myself it's cool I'm just trying not to be a tool (Shut the f** up!) [Verse 2:] Spizzy still unequivocally ill, but no deal From Wells, like the girl from the ring, but no bling! No ice like summer, Bank balance a bummer Call my mom's house, they disconnected my number I ain't stinkin' rich, but at least I don't stank f** irrational skanks at Ocean National Bank I'm broke, but still breaking up Garcia Vega Fiendin' White Castle or Sonic like (SEGA!) Muchos Cannabis, I'm a blunt an*lyst Burritos, Fritos, Cheetos, and a sand-a-wich I got the munchies, dank smellin' funky Chunky blunts longer than a candle stick Hey, I like herbal sh**, Percocet, Vicodin It's like Heineken after Heineken I freestyle and rhyme again Also I'm drunk, trying to find 'shrooms And this slam pigs starting to look like Heidi Klum [Hook:] What's it all about? Drugs, girls, money, liquor have got me Minding my dimes and nickles But still I'm (alright) As long as I'm myself it's cool I'm just trying not to be a tool If you feel me say (yeah) Drugs, girls, money, liquor have got me Minding my dimes and nickles But still I'm (alright) Cause as long as I'm myself it's cool I'm just trying not to be a tool (Shut the f** up!) [Verse 3:] And now it's 4 A.M., bag with stems No honeys, mo money And this liquor got me feeling crummy, hug me In a secluded room, or smokin' Buddha Thrice times booted, find me where the food is Or-or, studderin' and pukin' sh** up Like-like the second half of 2 Girls 1 Cup - yuck! Lamented exes or bimpin' s*uts Cause I'm drunk like, "WHAAA-I DON'T GIVE A fu*k" I'll be wylin', drunk dialin', freestylin' Zoned out, rocking closed eye-a-lids Me? I get higher when I be smokin' out a piece Like I preach nonviolence This liquor kicks it with my liver But f** that, where the d** at? Spizzy uninhibited drinker Girl, you'll never find Ryan lyin' on the mic But you might find Ryan high, lyin' on a dyke [Hook:] What's it all about? Drugs, girls, money, liquor have got me Minding my dimes and nickles But still I'm (alright) As long as I'm myself it's cool I'm just trying not to be a tool If you feel me say (yeah) Drugs, girls, money, liquor have got me Minding my dimes and nickles But still I'm (alright) Cause as long as I'm myself it's cool I'm just trying not to be a tool (Shut the f** up!) [Outro:] (yeah)x4 Who got-who got smoke- (yeah)x4 Who got-who got smoke- (yeah)x4 Who got-who got smoke- (yeah)x4