Intro: Tash, speaking to J-Ro
Yo whassup man, get up man [*urrp* I can't bust man]
Get up n****, bust [I'm f*****]
Get up you gotta do your verse n****
[Aight I'll try it] Get up n****!
Verse One: J-Ro
I get drunk and I stumble to the phone
And conjure up a b**** to bone when I'm alone
OHh s***, tow back, I need to take a p***
Only when I'm drunk I sing a song like this
My grandma and your grandma *urrp*
Sittin by the fire
Hold on, turn the beat off [nah, keep it goin
J-Ro can you make it?] I'm just not knowin
I get drunk and start talkin mo' s***
And when I got a gun in my hand you better get, out
Cause my brain just ain't what it used to be
Forget tryin to raionalize, cover your eyes
Ah d-*urrp*, d*** I'm drunk
I need a chunk, no better yet a hunk of that funk
When I get drunk I might act uncouth
But when I get drunk I always tell the truth
Yeah I'm good, I'm bad, I'm dope, I'm freaky fresh
I make hip-hop fans say yes yes
The Liks comin through, you know we gonna blow upop
Hold up, hold up, I think I gotta...
*urrrrrrp* d***, false alarm
Gettin all the ladies with my cool charm
When I get drunk I might even call my daddy a punk
Yeah, but only when I'm dr-*urp* drunk
Yeah, let me pass the forty, to my n****, Tash
Verse Two: Tash, E-Swift
It goes one for the chronic, two for the amnesia
It's the pimp-slap niggy with drinks in the freezer
Bust the one out, two out, [flips] type of rapper
That'd get you our your seat quicker than a car jacker
Slip a Colt for the fever when I'm coolin with my people
Got hoes in East Columus like I'm BIlly Dee Wrinkle
Cause I move like, I'm smooth like I'm Harry Belafonte
Lookin for them n***** that jumped my homey Dante
All up in this b**** with the gin and Tanqueray
Drink like Mr. Wendal smoke bud like Dr. Dre
But that's cause I'm old enough to do that type of s***
Got d*** I gotta p*** I pass the mic to E-Swift
Yeah, I get drunk and can't nobody whoop me
I'm trippin, must be the brew that I was sippin
Kickin in, guess I shouldn'ta mixed it with the gin
Cause when I'm layin on my back I can feel the room spin
One too many, I reckon
Feelin I got ta earl, any second
want to get up but can't move, feels like I'm stuck in the groove
What the f*** was I tryin to prove?
I get a rep for downin four-o's
All the hoes knows them Alkaholik bros
n***** call me dad I got a fifth in the trunk
Might f*** an ugly b**** but only when I'm drunk
Verse Three: J-Ro
Aight, think I'm feelin a little better
Ready to bust this, like this
And ya don't miss, check it out
I get drunk and start thinkin bout my friends
that passed on with every forty ounce the memory will last on
Black Man Muzzle, Mike Lee and Suavey D
The three MC's will always live in my memories
We used to rock shows, we used to rock hoes
And drink forty-o's, and wear the same clothes
d*** I wish we could go through it again
But I know one day we gonna do it again
And when that day comes it's gonna be live
But I ain't in no hurry so I don't drink and drive
The ALkaholiks we gets funky when we drinkin
Just a lil sumthin, to pump up the thinkin
Outro: J-Ro
Beer run! Ante up n****
Ha ha, put the money in the hat
Yo whassup man, get up man [*urrp* I can't bust man]
Get up n****, bust [I'm f*****]
Get up you gotta do your verse n****
[Aight I'll try it] Get up n****!
Verse One: J-Ro
I get drunk and I stumble to the phone
And conjure up a b**** to bone when I'm alone
OHh s***, tow back, I need to take a p***
Only when I'm drunk I sing a song like this
My grandma and your grandma *urrp*
Sittin by the fire
Hold on, turn the beat off [nah, keep it goin
J-Ro can you make it?] I'm just not knowin
I get drunk and start talkin mo' s***
And when I got a gun in my hand you better get, out
Cause my brain just ain't what it used to be
Forget tryin to raionalize, cover your eyes
Ah d-*urrp*, d*** I'm drunk
I need a chunk, no better yet a hunk of that funk
When I get drunk I might act uncouth
But when I get drunk I always tell the truth
Yeah I'm good, I'm bad, I'm dope, I'm freaky fresh
I make hip-hop fans say yes yes
The Liks comin through, you know we gonna blow upop
Hold up, hold up, I think I gotta...
*urrrrrrp* d***, false alarm
Gettin all the ladies with my cool charm
When I get drunk I might even call my daddy a punk
Yeah, but only when I'm dr-*urp* drunk
Yeah, let me pass the forty, to my n****, Tash
Verse Two: Tash, E-Swift
It goes one for the chronic, two for the amnesia
It's the pimp-slap niggy with drinks in the freezer
Bust the one out, two out, [flips] type of rapper
That'd get you our your seat quicker than a car jacker
Slip a Colt for the fever when I'm coolin with my people
Got hoes in East Columus like I'm BIlly Dee Wrinkle
Cause I move like, I'm smooth like I'm Harry Belafonte
Lookin for them n***** that jumped my homey Dante
All up in this b**** with the gin and Tanqueray
Drink like Mr. Wendal smoke bud like Dr. Dre
But that's cause I'm old enough to do that type of s***
Got d*** I gotta p*** I pass the mic to E-Swift
Yeah, I get drunk and can't nobody whoop me
I'm trippin, must be the brew that I was sippin
Kickin in, guess I shouldn'ta mixed it with the gin
Cause when I'm layin on my back I can feel the room spin
One too many, I reckon
Feelin I got ta earl, any second
want to get up but can't move, feels like I'm stuck in the groove
What the f*** was I tryin to prove?
I get a rep for downin four-o's
All the hoes knows them Alkaholik bros
n***** call me dad I got a fifth in the trunk
Might f*** an ugly b**** but only when I'm drunk
Verse Three: J-Ro
Aight, think I'm feelin a little better
Ready to bust this, like this
And ya don't miss, check it out
I get drunk and start thinkin bout my friends
that passed on with every forty ounce the memory will last on
Black Man Muzzle, Mike Lee and Suavey D
The three MC's will always live in my memories
We used to rock shows, we used to rock hoes
And drink forty-o's, and wear the same clothes
d*** I wish we could go through it again
But I know one day we gonna do it again
And when that day comes it's gonna be live
But I ain't in no hurry so I don't drink and drive
The ALkaholiks we gets funky when we drinkin
Just a lil sumthin, to pump up the thinkin
Outro: J-Ro
Beer run! Ante up n****
Ha ha, put the money in the hat