SpaceWolf - P B V lyrics

[VERSE 1] 12 minutes past 6, the sun burns my eyes I feel like sh**; dunno why I'm outside Woke up in the park, pa**ed out on the slide Pretty far from the crib, so I gotta catch a ride Guess I'll hit up Joe cuz he'll prolly know What I did last night. So I get up off the flo' Shut my eyelids tight-- my head's about to blow; It's so goddamn bright and my mind's dimmed low: Another hangover. I've had lots of practice Got a headache the size of Zach Galifinakis Cellphone's dead, dunno where my contacts is Can't charge the mobile: no cash, no plastic But it's not so drastic, I head down the street Looking for my memories in the concrete I could really go for a green swisha sweet So the next alley I reach I gotta be discreet Cuz I meet the weedman, Tito, on the beat And he's got remedies for 10 or 15 I owe him 25 to get a grip on the scene Watching the smoke rise, wondering where I've been [VERSE 2] Now that I'm stoned and effectively faded I'm hella ready to go to the home I shoulda stayed in But Joe's pad's closer-- I've already made it And Joe's got a story that's bound to be amazing I got a couple bowls left so we're blazing He's telling me how I showed up to the party: Already raging; a handle of Bacardi Hitting on fat chicks (flattering their bodies) Downed a couple beers with the old-fashion shotty It was cool. Apparently, I was doing fine After three brews it was all a good time Then somebody said Tequila and I said I got the lime Six shots later I'm a Colt 45 Revolving and turning and spinning round the room Had to chill with an L of some loud, like boom Crossfaded on the couch, got stuck too soon Cuz the cops come through and everybody better dip But if I ain't slippin in some witches, save that sh** So I'm grippin on a kitten named Princess Brit And Brit's got a bottle (looks like 'bout a fifth) Our princess helps this pissed kid ditch the pigs Dip to the cut, slips the drink, offers me a swig The Peanut bu*ter Vodka harder than big Popov hit I said "wtf is this?" and vomited [VERSE 3] Now it's clear as day; instant replay I can recall ralphing up and wrecking it Oy vey, the juice I eliminated with the gin Mixed with the eighth (smoked to the face for the grin) Switched and replaced my daze and confused inhibitions With ways to win, plus perks after the mission So, subsequently, given the intermission Princess decided it was high time she went missing Told the chick to listen, she quit chirping and tripping I whipped it out, asked if I could kindly put the tip in She kinda laughed, sipped the PBV then said she'd lick it But only if she and me don't bone nor ever kick it 'You're cool and whatever,' she says she respects it But not to expect everybody always feeling the funk 'I recommend a real hobby. Some folks drink But boy, you get drunk.'