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Chorus: repeat 2XNow drink up, let's get drunkLe-le, le-le, let's get drunkNow drink up, let's get drunkand throwup in the car, let's get drunk[E-40]I'm sideways doin about a buck fiftyDrunk and on some of that top of the line high on Carlos RossiDrunk about a gallon to the dome, then that's the hitEverything's blurry, burnt twisted eyes bloodshot redStraight up on four[B-Legit]Don't forget about Legit thoughDanked out, and full of that CiscoSiding with the proper dame I don't know her nameBut I'm lovin this part of the game (yeah)And I'ma take her for a real ride (uh-huh)Somewhere deep in the hillsideI got about a eighth in the coo-ler (coo-ler)I thinks this just might do her (might do her?)And ain't nobody gonna stop me main (yeah)Once I gets her sloppy main (sloppy main)Drunk as a skunk, and high as a kiteI hope I don't earl on baby tonight[E-40]Used to be sophisticated, but now she's intosticatedLetras de cancionesHigh society stuck up broad, violated then graduatedIf we was the seven, can we get eight? (uh-huh, sure)Just by you forgettin to say (yeah)And then the question later, just like my big ol middle fingerSuch an ignorant question, sittin in the corner blushinIt's really no problems I'ma go head and side and like I'm hecka stuckAnd watch baby drink upChorus[D-Shot]Mack D-Shot needin a dose of that ginCause I'm in it to win, as I'm tossin a tento plug it right, that is my mo-tiveTo dig real dip, as I explose thisAnd watch the expression, on her face (yeah)It gets me off as I collaborateBut that's how it goes another night, another sessionBut the tender straight taught me a lessonNight number two (yeah) I know I shoulda been sober (uh-huh)But now I'm advanced, and I'm about to bend her overI can't get enough of that fetti for realAnd now I'm hopin that she's on the pill (yeah)Day number three, I'm well preparedI got my Eight Ball, and I'm ready to tearI'm stiffer than a doorknob, I do the jobEnough to tell a friend, that D got inChorus[B-Legit]Here we go again, and I'm in pursuitI gotta hit the liquor store before twoCuz me and D-Shot big ---- and DanNeeds us a case of them tall cansIt's not a birthday, but let's celebrateAnd get hella keyed cuz it's hella lateI gotta thank God that I'm still aliveCuz last night I died about 3:45I hit the lights quick and I jumped in the bedAnd somethin went real wrong with my headThe room started spinnin and I needed a breezeAnd somethin told me nigga don't you breathe[E-40]Dehydrated, nauseated, got a bad case of hiccupGotta go fetch some H2R, feel like I'm fits to upchuckGots ta have it, looks into the medicine cabinetHmm, there it is, plop plop fizz fizzOh what a fuckin relief it isMumblin and grumblin goes my stomach growlingI'm sick as the fuck I see the devil smilingIt's like a motor, I think I got a damn ulcer and shitEvery other fuckin day I'm tellin my sahies I quitBut you know that's drama, niggaz be barkin they ass offLife is too boring, that's why I wakes up in the morningPervin swearvin runnin all into the curb andTwisted on some of that cherry flavored bourbon, yeahChorus From Letras Mania