Let's go hit the l-i-q, man
What you got on my drink?
Nigga, I'm bout to get blitzed up my wits
Short Dog, it's on you, nigga
I just left the sto' with a bottle of blue
I'm drinkin' Bombay Saphire, what's up with you?
You want a Tangueray or that Seagram's?
I'm on that 94 proof, fuck them weak ones
I might be a skinny little nigga, but I can drink
Designated driver, tell me what you think
You on the passenger side or are you drivin?
You get to drive, and I'ma keep gettin high then
Let your square-ass get me home
Smoke a few indo joints to the dome
We gettin' high like Jimi Hendrix
Smokin' that Northern California Tremendous
Hit why'all upside down left-handed
You muthafuckas really don't understand it
My drink was made in England with them herbs and fruits
It ain't no 80-somethin', I told you it was 94 proof
Muthafuckas in this muthafucka on stomp status
Up in this muthafucka pervin'
Got your boy Captain-Save-A-Hoe up in here
You know your boy saved you a drink
'Cause you know I got you
Uugh, I musta woke up early this morning on the wrong side of the bed
'Cause the last thing that I can remember is a sap bitch givin' me head
I don't know how I got to the crib, can't recall where I parked my stick
All I remember tellin' that hoe was, "bitch, don't bite my dick"
Well, did she bite yo dick? yeah, kinda sorta
How you feelin' today? shit, I'm kinda sober
What kinda car was you drivin'? I think I was in my Nova
What the hell was you drinkin'? Everclear on my Mossa
I can't hang with you muthafuckas, why'all way past tilt
And 40 Water, you got your homie sprung on that Gorilla Milk
A gang of that Broccoli to the brain
Hurlin' all night off them Hurricanes
I think I just might make a new drink
Gettin' to the point where I can't think
Woke up talkin' what happened last night? I don't remember shit
But I looked down, seen a bad bitch sleep on a nigga's dick
Feelin' the aftermath of the hangover
Coulda been that bomb doja
I'm splurgin' and swervin'
I still feel like pervin'
Niggas in this muthafucka on one
In this muthafucka pervin'
40 Fonzarelli a/k/a Charlie Hustle
Where that nigga Anthony at?
Sippin on Saphire mixed with a little bit of whatchamacallit
Burpin', slurpin', I'm a cold-ass alcoholic
Nigga, perkin', and all that anti-high shit ain't workin'
If I don't get to Alcoholics Anonymous quick
I ain't gon' remember shit
M-mh, just flashbacks, I think I need a box of Tums
'Cause I got a cold case of the runs
Shit, too much alcoholic consumption
Conjunction, junction, what's yo function?
Well, [?], when it comes to drinkin' I'm a new boy, a boob, a rookie
Last night these niggas had me drinkin' somethin' called Silky-Silky
I asked if they can make mine just a little bit weaker
That's when that nigga 40 handed me one these liquors named Moesha
It was mixed with Krypton Brothers blended with a swig of ice tea
Muthafucka, what it is the hell you're tryin' to do to me?
Had my head spinnin', stomach shittin' out some rocks
I rinsed it down with some Evian water, had me pissin' on my socks
Muthafucka up in this bitch pervin'
Shit, is this a borin' day
Nigga, want to play some dominos?
Go get a bottle of that Get-Me-Right
Get to pervin' on they hoe ass
Pick up my hoe-ass, slut-ass bitch
In the middle of the daylight
In front of all your sidehops
Twisted, nigga, in this bitch bent
Muthafucka hollered that shit
They say, that nigga Feezy a fool
Nigga, you was that bitch feelin it, hah?
Where that nigga Anthony at?
In this bitch-ass nigga we doin' this
I thought you thought I'm a jig, bitch