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(yeah you know we be sippin' them oldies, right?)Just take another sip of the OldieSo you don't have to feel lonelyJust take another sip of the OldieCause we all out to get loadedYo! Once upon a kegger I was coolin' with WebsterThen fuck Amella underneath an umbrellaSurrounded by some imports and people drinkin' StellaWhat was in my head defined by this fella?Somewhere in the grass crossed paths with the last girlSaid she had a man but his head's in his assSo I put in some oldies and she said that I was trashWas I to act fast, on an empty glass? And should only come back, with a stack of cash?I said "I'm Riff Raff Bitch! Well what the fuck is on your mind?" (mother fucker)And she said "A cat-nap, a california veggie wrap, whatever's on tap and a tab of E"I said "Shit, now girl, do you wanna know what's on mine?""I wanna fat sac, a booty for the pickin, a bucket of fried chicken, a bottle of Oldies!"Just take another sip of the OldieSo you don't have to feel lonelyJust take another sip of the OldieCause we all out to get loadedJust take another sip of the OldieLetras de cancionesSo you don't have to feel lonelyJust take another sip of the OldieCause we all out to get loadedWell we was chillin like some villiansFeelin high as the ceilingsBored as fuck, but ain't got no where to goWell since we chillin and nillin and yo it seemed a little thrillin thatD-Dub, was at the party for sureBut Shit man I'm feelin kinda dry againI need a drink and I ain't talkin about HeinekenOnly got one thing on my mind my friendThat's sippin oldies, smokin blunts, and gettin high againThat's right Oldies, Oldies, Bo-BogiesNo Bottles can we drink 40sWe gettin throttled with Shorties and that's what i'm talkin 'boutThat's right, we started the bottlesClubs we get cardedThe oldies get us retarded and that's what I'm talkin' boutWhen it comes down to it only few things I need"Well yo, how you gonna kick it? Shit""You know me I need a fat spliff, a stereo that's kickin, a mic up in my face and a bottle of Oldies!"Just take another sip of the OldieSo you don't have to feel lonelyJust take another sip of the OldieCause we all out to get loadedJust take another sip of the OldieSo you don't have to feel lonelyJust take another sip of the OldieCause we all out to get loadedOkey-dokie and pass me an oldieA little bag of smoke and a pack or rolliesSome people call it oldie I call em OldiesI don't care what you be callin' it just pass me a 40Just take another sip of the OldieSo you don't have to feel lonelyJust take another sip of the OldieCause we all out to get loadedJust take another sip of the OldieSo you don't have to feel lonelyJust take another sip of the OldieCause we all out to get loadedJust take another sip of the OldieSo you don't have to feel lonelyJust take another sip of the OldieCause we all out to get loadedJust take another sip of the OldieSo you don't have to feel lonelyJust take another sip of the OldieCause we all out to get loadedJust take another sip of the OldieSo you don't have to feel lonelyJust take another sip of the OldieCause we all out to get loaded From Letras Mania