Tha Alkaholiks

Tha Alkaholiks - Only When I'm Drunk songtekst

Je score:
Yo whassup man, get up man [*urrp* I can't bust man]
 Get up nigga, bust [I'm fucked]
 Get up you gotta do your verse nigga
 [Aight I'll try it] Get up nigga!

 Verse One: J-Ro

 I get drunk and I stumble to the phone
 And conjure up a bitch to bone when I'm alone
 OHh shit, tow back, I need to take a piss
 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' shit
 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*, damn 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* Damn, 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 nigga, 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 niggaz that jumped my homey Dante
 All up in this bitch 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 shit
 Got damn I gotta piss 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
 Wanna get up but can't move, feels like I'm stuck in the groove
 What the fuck was I tryin to prove?
 I get a rep for downin four-o's
 All the hoes knows them Alkaholik bros
 Niggaz call me dad I got a fifth in the trunk
 Might fuck an ugly bitch 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
 Damn 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 nigga
 Ha ha, put the money in the hat
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Copyrights:

Auteur: ?

Componist: ?

Publisher: BMG Music

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1993

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: 21 & Over (1993)

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