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i get drunk and i stumble to the phone. |
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and conjure up a bitch to bone |
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when i'm alone. |
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fucked up, tore back. |
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i need to take a piss. |
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only when i'm drunk, |
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i sing a song like this. |
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my grandma and your grandma... |
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...sittin by the fire. |
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hold on, turn that beat off. |
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na, keep it going. |
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crazy town, yo y'all just not knowin'. |
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i get drunk and start talking more shit. |
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and when i got a gun in my hand, |
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you better get... |
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...out 'cause my brain |
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just ain't what it used to be. |
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forget trying to rationalize, |
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cover your eyes. |
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i get...(uh!)...damn i'm drunk |
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i need a chunk. no better yet. |
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a hunk of that funk. |
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i get...(uh!)...damn i'm drunk |
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i need a chunk. no better yet. |
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a hunk of that funk. |
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yeah, i'm good, bad, dope. |
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i'm freaky fresh. |
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i make hip-hop fans say "yes, yes". |
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crazy's comin' thru. |
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you know we're gonna blow up. |
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hold up. wait. |
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i think i'm gonna throw up. |
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na, false alarm. |
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i'm getting all the ladies with my cool charm. |
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when i get drunk, |
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i might even call my daddy a punk. |
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yeah, but only when i'm drunk. |
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CHORUS: |
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yeah, only when i'm drunk. |
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only when i'm drunk. |
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yeah, only when i'm drunk. |
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it happens only when i'm drunk. |
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it goes, one for the chronic. |
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two for the amnesia. |
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i'm that crazy white boy |
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with the drinks in the freezer. |
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bust a one out, two out. |
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blitz type of rapper |
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that will get out of your seat |
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quicker than a car jocker. |
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sippin' colt forty fever |
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when i'm coolin' with my people. |
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got hos in east columbus. |
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like i'm Billy D. Rico. |
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'cause i move like i'm smooth. |
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like i'm harry belafonte. |
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lookin' for them suckers |
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that jumped my homey. Le Le. |
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all up in this bitch |
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with the gin and tonqueray. |
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drink like Mr. Wendal. |
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smoke bud like Dr. Dre. |
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but that's 'cause i'm old enough |
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to do that type of shit. |
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god damn. i gotta piss. |
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i pass the mic to Mr. Shift. |
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i get drunk and can't nobody |
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whoop me. |
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i'm trippin' |
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it must be that brew that that i was sippin' |
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kickin' in. |
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guess i shouldn't have mixed it with the gin. |
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'cause when i'm laying on my back, |
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i can feel the room spin. |
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one too many, i rekon. |
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feelin' i got to hurl any second. |
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want to get up but can't move. |
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feels like i'm stuck in a groove. |
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what the fuck was i trying to prove. |
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i got a knack for downin' four-o's. |
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all the hos know them doobie bros. |
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people call me shift |
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i keep a fifth in my trunk. |
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i might fuck an ugly bitch, |
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but only when i'm drunk. |
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CHORUS |
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yeah, one two, one two. |
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only when i'm drunk. |