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:
Im sittin at the bar with a hundred dollar bill
The homies is runnin late so I got some time to kill
Im 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 dont even call em back cuz they dont 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 thats only the beginning, God damn!
Chorus
Verse two:
I take a walk out to the front to get myself some air and
See if I see the homies, but they still aint there
Theres a fool outside drunk and he want to get into it
I was strapped I coulda killed him, but I didnt do it
I opted for the walk-away, watch the busta talk away
So mister policeman, you can put your chalk away
I mobb back in the club, and, kick it at my table
Cause, niggaz be acting stupid, and stupid shit is fatal
The homies is hella late, and now Im startin to think
Homegirl that gave me the wink from earlier just bought me a drink
Shes sittin at a stool at the other side of the bar
Doing tricks with her tounge and a cherry like a porno star
The club is gettin packed and the party is jumpin
Another double shot of yak and Im on the dancefloor bumpin
Shes licking in my ear and, now Im feeling faded
Its 11:35 and the homies still aint made it
Chorus
Verse three:
Now Im on the dance floor with baby and, shit is gettin hectic
The big homey done erected, damn Ive been affected
By the funk in the boom and the booty in the room
This aint the commodores but this brick house got me on zoom
Now Im mackin and struttin and asking baby wassup
My name aint everlast, but I can still make you jump
Lets, hope in the q and go somewhere and kick it like some trojans
We can do a little drinkin, and do a little smoking
When all of a sudden I start sweatin, my stomach starts bubblin
I hear earl coming, I think Im in trouble *vomit sounds*
Ahh shit, I got baby on her titties
I guess there go my chances of gettin with her kitty
I turn around and stumble away and there go the homies with
Long ass trenchcoats on, laughing, sippin on 40s
Now Im in the back of my own car curled up like a punk
Cuz I got too high and uhh, got too drunk
Chorus
[big throw up s-p-l-a-s-h]
Shit!