Prime-One - Canadian Club lyrics

Chorus(sung) This Canadian Club's Got me crazy in love With everything Or just maybe I'm buzzed (repeat) 1st verse I go to the liquor store,find what I'm lookin' for Hand the cashier fifteen then I hit the door The good sh** tucked in a bag of brown paper I'm sober now but I'll catch a nice buzz later That aged twelve whiskey,forty percent Alcohol content gets me tipsy Straight shots warm up my insides quick That dark golden liquid does the trick On the way back home,I don't dawdle But I've got to stop and cop a two litre bottle Of Pepsi,that's the ticket A good combination when you mix it Put 'em in a gla**,stir it up like trouble Drink it up at a pace where I don't guzzle I just want to chill,relax,take it easy A break from the craziness of life with the C.C. (Chorus) 2nd verse I drink solo,maybe with some of my trues The ones who can drink and handle their booze Lot of people get stupid and they ruin the mood Either by pukin',bein' abusive or rude Get them tough guys that want to start dukin' with you For any lame,knuckle-headed excuse he can use Got some who'll drink 'till they're unconscious And you need an ambulance 'cause they're not responsive That kind of sh** k**s a buzz fast That's why you've got to ensure that it does last Only "club" that you'll find me in is that which Is coolin' in my fridge,in that which Is Canadian,and I feel right Everything's all good and well tonight Gettin' my fill of this hometown distilled Alcoholic beverage that's too good to spill (Chorus) 3rd verse There's another bottle down,so I need to go To Amba**ador Plaza L.C.B.O Re-up the supply,if I had the cash I'd have a hundred of 'em in my personal stash And horde it like tomorrow,they won't sell it no more But they keep it well-stocked on the shelf in the store Got a little bit to spend,a bottle in each hand Thirsty,it's hot outside like beach stand Back to the crib and I crack the lid Of this potion,fix a drink,feel the motion Of fluid flowin' down my throat,it's goin' To my belly,I'm gettin' a good thing growin' I hate bein' tense and the C.C. helps I'm loose,my head's swimming like Michael Phelps Absorbed in the blood in my veins is this Elixir that originates from the grain (Chorus)