(Well, alright) Oh
Many, many if I knew the way to go I I knew the answer, it seems I wouldn't, so I and I picked, for the label I searched I slipped and I for the pop, it didn't work
So now I take the stage of my 3rd comeback Now I the tricks of the trade and where the slum's at to the chest, buckshots from the guage Page after page Tee takes the rage
Lord have mercy when I up my pen Then I ask the to forgive me for my sins 'Cause I get drunk I get trucked There go gunshots, wait, I gotta duck (Get down, fool, get down)
What runnin' fo'? (Aww shit!) Can't take the of a .38 slug take the drug from the teenage thug So I'ma break loose and do a top And land on my feet and show a tekneek
Couldn't walk a line, ladies and gentlemen I couldn't walk a straight line if you let me Leanin' to the side, I I'm drunk, man to the side, people everywhere Well, alright, to get funked up
M-M-MC's seem to get souped they group With a big but see, none of them is game For the royal, loyal, the one stole yo Coupe De Ville when you thought you could
On my street, your freak, to freak me, the freak Played out along the week and fell steep in the So I'ma put my crown the peak And do it just for the with the jeeps
I know you feel scared, I got a path For a laugh I watch get whipped by Shaft has a mack-10, E-Swift's in the Benz with a glock Takin' some young cock
I grab that geno-St. by the stack Never smoked crack but I a lotta 'yac by the cup, grabbin' my nuts to the beat Hey yo, it's the drunk