(Well, alright) Oh
Many, many asked if I the way to go I I knew the answer, it seems I wouldn't, so I picked and I picked, for the label I I slipped and I tripped for the pop, it didn't
So now I take the stage of my what? 3rd Now I know the tricks of the trade and the slum's at Blows to the chest, buckshots from the Page after King Tee takes the rage
have mercy when I pick up my pen Then I ask the Lord to forgive me for my I get drunk when I get trucked There go gunshots, wait, I gotta duck (Get down, fool, get down)
What everybody runnin' (Aww shit!) Can't take the plug of a .38 Can't take the drug the teenage thug So break loose and do a flip-flop top And land on my and show a drunk tekneek
Couldn't walk a straight line, and gentlemen I walk a straight line if you let me crawl Leanin' to the side, I I'm drunk, man Leanin' to the side, people Well, alright, wants to get up
M-M-MC's seem to get souped when 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, with your freak, to me, the freak Played out along the week and fell steep in the So put my crown upon the peak And do it just for the thieves the jeeps
I you feel scared, I got a criminal path For a laugh I devils get whipped by Shaft Pooh has a mack-10, E-Swift's in the Benz a glock Takin' some girl's cock
I grab that geno-St. by the stack Never smoked but I drunk a lotta 'yac by the cup, grabbin' my nuts to the beat Hey yo, the drunk tekneek