Mr. Muthaf**in eXquire - I Was Drunk When I Wrote This lyrics

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Mr. Muthaf**in eXquire - I Was Drunk When I Wrote This lyrics

[Intro] Pa**ion [Hook] What n***a, what I don't give a f** Runnin' 'round the club Liquor spillin' out my cup So what, yeah, I'm drunk Pocket full of humps Any n***a front, we gonna tear the f**er up What n***a, what I don't give a f** Stumblin' in the club Liquor spillin' out my cup So what, yeah, I'm drunk Pocket full of humps Any n***a front, we gonna tear the f**er up [Verse 1] Shout my n***a 2Pac Cause I know he down to die for me Shout my n***a Heron I know he'll let it fly for me Shout my n***a Goldie Glo I know he'd catch a body for me 1.6 from ? I ain't got f**in' worries I send them n***as to the cemetery I made sure them n***as buried I made sure them n***as k**ed Sweep 'em all quick, in a hurry Move coke with no inventory Made sure that my n***as eatin' Them was starvin', them was schemin' ? That's Louis sheets that b**h is sleepin' in That fabric gone, well, that been satin Satin drawers like I'm a f*ggot Attract these hoes just like a magnet ABCs with my drawers saggin' f** laws in that Benz wagon ? You bullsh**tin', man f** the ha**le We gettin' money, yeah, all dazzle Where the threesome with Latin hoes Bossed up like ? You toss off, that Mac'll blow My stunt on accident n***a, f** you rappin' for You sound just like me Plus, you look just like me, n***a [Hook] [Bridge] You're gettin' money, right [Verse 2] You're gettin' money, right Well tell these b**hes, get up off your dick I got visions, clockin' digits With my n***as, man, that shift I'm on some other sh** f** the government Barack can s** a dick Free my n***a Los Man, that sh** be false imprisonment Teardrop, hopscotch Duckin' acid raindrops Liquor make my brain pop Molly make my brain pop Dinosaur, with the the- Saurus say for answers Acknowledgement, where the door Say, God, need some answers Faded, my belief in God Sometimes I believe in God Even when the evens odd Damn, this life can be so hard Dollars cure my bleeding heart I wrote this song to free my thoughts Popped the cork and let it pour Now pour that sh** in my cup [Hook]