(Well, alright) Oh
Many, many if I knew the way to go I thought I the answer, it seems I wouldn't, so I picked and I picked, for the label I I and I tripped for the pop, it didn't work
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 the guage Page after page King Tee the rage
Lord mercy when I pick up my pen Then I ask the Lord to forgive me for my 'Cause I get drunk when I get go some gunshots, wait, I gotta duck (Get down, fool, get down)
What everybody runnin' (Aww shit!) Can't the plug of a .38 slug take the drug from the teenage thug So break loose and do a flip-flop top And on my feet and show a drunk tekneek
Couldn't walk a straight line, and gentlemen I couldn't a straight line if you let me crawl Leanin' to the side, I I'm drunk, man Leanin' to the side, everywhere Well, alright, wants to get up
M-M-MC's seem to get souped when group a big name but see, none of them is game For the royal, loyal, the one stole yo Coupe De Ville when you you could chill
On my street, with freak, to freak me, the freak Played out along the week and fell steep in the So I'ma put my crown upon the And do it just for the thieves the jeeps
I know you feel scared, I got a path For a laugh I watch devils get by Shaft Pooh has a mack-10, E-Swift's in the with a glock Takin' young girl's cock
I grab that geno-St. by the stack smoked crack but I drunk a lotta 'yac Mostly by the cup, grabbin' my to the beat Hey yo, the drunk tekneek