Lyric Kinda High Kinda Drunk
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin beer beer drinkin eight ball
Chorus: repeat 4X
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin beer beer drinkin eight ball
Verse One:
I m sittin at the bar with a hundred dollar bill
The homies is runnin late so I got some time to kill
I m peepin out this freak in the booth in the corner
I think I seen her rollin a Noble nosin under and moanin
Two hookers walked in and they was lookin for a vic
But they, kept on passin me by coz they can recognize a trick
Twenty minutes later and two double shots of yak
I take a look up at the clock, now where the FUCK the homies at
I feel my pagers on my hipbone, who could it be
Cuz I done talked to everybody that I was sposed to see
Hahaa! Now I know, the story is told
And I don t even call em back cuz they don t know the homie cold
I recieved a page my niggers from the phone in the back
I got a wink from a fine ass sista dressed in black
Another double shout of yak and now the room is spinnin
But that s only the beginning, god damn!
Chorus
Verse Two:
I take a walk out to the front to get myself some air and
see if I see the homies, but they still ain t there
There s a fool outside drunk and he want to get into it
I was strapped I coulda killed him, but I didn t do it
I opted for the walk-away, watch the busta talk away
So mister policeman, you can put your chalk away
I mobb back in the club, and, kick it at my table
Cause, niggaz be acting stupid, and stupid shit is fatal
The homies is hella late, and now I m startin to think
Homegirl that gave me the wink from earlier just bought me a drink
She s sittin at a stool at the other side of the bar
Doing tricks with her tounge and a cherry like a porno star
The club is gettin packed and the party is jumpin
Another double shot of yak and I m on the dancefloor bumpin
She s licking in my ear and, now I m feeling faded
It s 11:35 and the homies still ain t made it
Chorus
Verse Three:
Now I m on the dance floor with baby and, shit is gettin hectic
The big homey done erected, damn I ve been affected
By the funk in the boom and the booty in the room
This ain t the Commodores but this Brick House got me on zoom
Now I m mackin and struttin and asking baby wassup
My name ain t Everlast, but I can still make you jump
let s, hope in the Q and go somewhere and kick it like some Trojans
We can do a little drinkin, and do a little smoking
When all of a sudden I start sweatin , my stomach starts bubblin
I hear earl coming, I think I m in trouble *vomit sounds*
Ahh shit, I got baby on her titties
I guess there go my chances of gettin with her kitty
I turn around and stumble away and there go the homies with
long ass trenchcoats on, laughing, sippin on 40 s
Now I m in the back of my own car curled up like a punk
Cuz I got too high and uhh, got too drunk
Chorus
[Big throw up S-P-L-A-S-H]
SHIT!
Beer drinkin beer beer drinkin eight ball
Chorus: repeat 4X
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin beer beer drinkin eight ball
Verse One:
I m sittin at the bar with a hundred dollar bill
The homies is runnin late so I got some time to kill
I m peepin out this freak in the booth in the corner
I think I seen her rollin a Noble nosin under and moanin
Two hookers walked in and they was lookin for a vic
But they, kept on passin me by coz they can recognize a trick
Twenty minutes later and two double shots of yak
I take a look up at the clock, now where the FUCK the homies at
I feel my pagers on my hipbone, who could it be
Cuz I done talked to everybody that I was sposed to see
Hahaa! Now I know, the story is told
And I don t even call em back cuz they don t know the homie cold
I recieved a page my niggers from the phone in the back
I got a wink from a fine ass sista dressed in black
Another double shout of yak and now the room is spinnin
But that s only the beginning, god damn!
Chorus
Verse Two:
I take a walk out to the front to get myself some air and
see if I see the homies, but they still ain t there
There s a fool outside drunk and he want to get into it
I was strapped I coulda killed him, but I didn t do it
I opted for the walk-away, watch the busta talk away
So mister policeman, you can put your chalk away
I mobb back in the club, and, kick it at my table
Cause, niggaz be acting stupid, and stupid shit is fatal
The homies is hella late, and now I m startin to think
Homegirl that gave me the wink from earlier just bought me a drink
She s sittin at a stool at the other side of the bar
Doing tricks with her tounge and a cherry like a porno star
The club is gettin packed and the party is jumpin
Another double shot of yak and I m on the dancefloor bumpin
She s licking in my ear and, now I m feeling faded
It s 11:35 and the homies still ain t made it
Chorus
Verse Three:
Now I m on the dance floor with baby and, shit is gettin hectic
The big homey done erected, damn I ve been affected
By the funk in the boom and the booty in the room
This ain t the Commodores but this Brick House got me on zoom
Now I m mackin and struttin and asking baby wassup
My name ain t Everlast, but I can still make you jump
let s, hope in the Q and go somewhere and kick it like some Trojans
We can do a little drinkin, and do a little smoking
When all of a sudden I start sweatin , my stomach starts bubblin
I hear earl coming, I think I m in trouble *vomit sounds*
Ahh shit, I got baby on her titties
I guess there go my chances of gettin with her kitty
I turn around and stumble away and there go the homies with
long ass trenchcoats on, laughing, sippin on 40 s
Now I m in the back of my own car curled up like a punk
Cuz I got too high and uhh, got too drunk
Chorus
[Big throw up S-P-L-A-S-H]
SHIT!
