Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball
[Chorus: repeat 4X]
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball
[Verse One:]
I'm sittin' at the bar with a hundred dollar bill
The homies is runnin' late so I got some time to kill
I'm peepin' out this freak in the booth in the corner
I think I seen her rollin a Noble, nosin under and moanin
Two hookers walked in and they was lookin' for a vic
But they, kept on passin' me by coz they can recognize a trick
Twenty minutes later and two double shots of yak
I take a look up at the clock, now where the FUCK the homies at
I feel my pagers on my hipbone, who could it be
Cuz I done talked to everybody that I was 'sposed to see
Hahaa! Now I know, the story is told
And I don't even call 'em back cuz they don't know the homie cold
I recieved a page my niggers from the phone in the back
I got a wink from a fine ass sista dressed in black
Another double shout of yak and now the room is spinnin'
But that's only the beginning, god damn!
[Chorus]
[Verse Two:]
where
watch
walked
verse
under
twenty
trojans
tricks
trick
titties
three
think
talked
tounge
stupid
hectic
homie
guess
strapped
table
feeling
minutes
faded
floor
eight
little
sounds
drunk
phone
throw
drinkin
jumpin
still
vomit
earlier
brick
outside
double
chalk
doing
hella
fatal
everybody
homies
mister
dance
everlast
another
moanin
party
booth
dollar
sista
erected
asking
cause
beginning
licking
shots
starts
acting
somewhere
affected
clock
there
curled
chances
laughing
drink
corner
front
around
gettin
black
other
freak
dressed
could
coming
wassup
booty
hookers
myself
chorus
coulda
hundred
homegirl
hahaa
homey
house
policeman
killed
busta
kinda
niggers
later
niggaz
noble
opted
stumble
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