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Drunken Style Lyrics - Artist : Brotha Lynch Hung
Drunken style nigga... drunk style
Give me yo clothes, give me your gold Give me all the money you owe right now Don't like to think so I drank heavy Dump slugs out the Chevy, livin armed and deadly I'm takin chunks from punks who want funk Treat em like 15's, put em in the trunk I split his spleens, makin sure all my shits clean Leave the scene like a wolverine with a gleam and a scheme, gangsta lean... Out the window, hit yo block corner, everybody better duck Burnin tires like the Daytona, tuck you up, it ain't nuttin Pushin buttons, blowin smoke at them bustas See I was just a baby when I first got Sicc Get the razorblades and alcohol, I'm bout to fill they walls with syphilis dick Just get my kicks, tricks get chopped up like a cold cut Heat em up, flops get rocked up like that coke stuff I ain't no jokester, prankster, real gangster... Shit from that nigga that brought you the Season of the Sicc Admit, it was my tightest shit besides this Don't get me wrong, every song is a hit Guess who made this?... Phonk Beta, while you suckers ain't payin right, we stayin tight Pullin open ziplocks every night and my mama never fed me right We was broke so I'm off the Ol' E, you know me I ain't no mutha fuckin joke When it come to rippin up shit, zip locks, body bag, toe tags I leave yo t-shirt sweaty any place, any time you ready Drunken style nigga So give me you clothes, give me yo gold Give me all the money you owe right now Give me all the money you owe right now Give me all the money you owe right now Give me all the money you owe right now Comin soon, you wanna hear, more buy my shit, 2002 |
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