Krizz Kaliko - Get Throw'd lyrics

8-1-6 Boyz Ain't we sick boy!? Kali Baby! (Get 'em, daddy!) [Verse 1 - Krizz Kaliko:] I came here pretty big, night I can't remember it I'm drunk, my breath is all one, I might need a dinner mint A couple of strong ones and then a couple of shots I'm getting all one (OK) I never take the wrong one can make anything I can pull I'll take a tall one (OK) Make my drink too big to hold and make it pretty cold and I'm too drunk to even speak n***a a** is pretty show'd If I could just be off my seat and I getting mold And drink you under the table I'm talkin' 'bout [Hook - Krizz Kaliko:] Let's get throw'd Pop a couple bottles hit the floor I'mma turn it up and make it gold Go manie, go manie, go manie, go mania Let's get throw'd Where my alcoholics at [x8] [Verse 2 - Makzilla:] Makzilla! (Talk to 'em!) I'm Desi den, sober sin, fellas leavin' cups of lean Celebratin' soups of through cups of lou, I'll scream saloub What you waitin' on? Get your drink on Everyone in 816 knows not into a friend Of a ten of a ten of a ten so unattractive My crew consist of 816as who take that slang And add some liquor make her chug-a-lug Till she starts to hiccup a thing for good A think clone tatted up real thick and wild so Let's make like a realas burnt thing zillas [Hook] Kutt Calhoun! Soo woo! (Kutty, go 'head!) Yeah! Black gold! Sicc'em! [Verse 3 - Kutt Calhoun:] Kutt the room, bottle service Mister Melv-edere I'm the worstest When it comes to touchin' my lips with liquor I do to fifths what I do to verses, k** them n***a might lose his shirt, ‘cause I'm too berserk when I'm Jagerbombin' I feel it, right up your hoochies skirt cause this erk the jerk is My fame, my mind, and I drop my draws and get naked Just my hat and tat to my necklace Soft as molly what you expected drunk like 40 bins and I'm wreckless If you born to party I'm the wildest one in my clique when it comes to drinkin' man It's breaking news when I'm pervy call me Ron Burgundy cause I'm the anchorman [Verse 4 - Tech N9ne:] Four Horsemen I'm drinkin' (What's that?) Jack Daniels (Yeah?), Johnnie Walker (Yeah?), Jim Beam (What?) Jose Cuervo (Huh?!), throwin' up's what I'm thinkin'! At about 7 of those Level a bro, waking up sick is inevitable, head on the floor where it keep me! That'll get me throwin up that neeses, or a beef on bun on bread with a B.B.! I get so throw'd I mess around and wake up off in Mexico! So drunk that the k**a cartel put the chainsaw down then accept a bro! So drunk on a hella late night I stumbled into Texaco! Askin for Lexapro! Come on! [Hook] LETS GET THROWED!