Drunken Style-Brotha Lynch Hung
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Drunken Style - Brotha Lynch Hung
Drunken Style Ni**a
(Drunken Style)
Give me your clothes
Give me your gold
Give me all the money you owe
(right now)
Don't like to think so I drink heavy
Dam slugs out the Chevy livin' armed and deadly
I'm taking chunks from punks who want funk
Treat 'em like 15's put 'em in the trunk
I slip clean makin' sure all my sh*t clean
Then seem like a wolverine
Wit a gleam in sceam gangsta lean
Out the window hit your blocc corner
Everybody litted up
Runnin' them tires like tha Daytonya
Tuck you up it ain't nothin'
Pushin' buttons who wantto smoke them bustas
See I was just a baby when I first got Sicc
Did theand alcohol and 'bout fill
There wall with syphills dick
Just my kicks tricks get chop out
Like a cold cut heat 'em up
Rocked up like that cokesta
I ain't no jokes or pranksta real gangsta
Sh*t from that ni**a who brought you
Season Of Da Sicc
Admit that was my tightest sh*t besides this
Don't get me wrong every songs is a hit
Guess who made this Phonk Beta
While you suckas ain't paying right we stayin' tight
Pullin' openin' Ziplocks every nite
My momma neva fed me right
We was broke some I'm off that OE you know me
I'm no mothaf**ka joke
When it comes to rippin' up sh*t ziplock bodybag toetag
I leave your t-shirt sweaty anyplace anytime you ready
Drunken Style Ni**a
So give me your clothes
Give me your gold
Give me all the money you owe
Drunken Style Ni**a
Give me your clothes
Give me your gold
Give me all the money you owe
Drunken Style Ni**a
Give me your clothes
Give me your gold
Give me all the money you owe
Drunken Style Ni**a
Give me your clothes
Give me your gold
Give me all the money you owe
(right now)
Comin' soon you want to hear more buy my sh*t 2002
