40 Oz Quartet Part I - Tha Alkaholiks

Lazy-ass gentlemans.

may I have yo' drunk-ass attention please

Comin to you motherfuckers live on stage here tonight

I’d like to present.

the most intoxicated, most inbreezeiated

Most anpissipated, group of our time — the 40 Oz, Quartet

Take it away, gentlemans

It’s the cap twistin clique that get you sick off one sip

Of this concoction — pass it to a nigga like Stockton

Grape juice, Johnny Walker, Olde E, and Hennesey

So much Remi in my kidney they had to send me to Sidney

To find a remedy, from drinkin kegs all alone

I wish they’d leave my head alone, I’m just an alkie to the bone

They try to send me to AA, I said «Ay ay!»

Not today-day, I just bought a bottle of Tan-gueray-ray

But first I gots to finish, my eight ball and Guinness

I’m feelin so dry now man, I must replenish

Ohhhh I like the gurrrls with the fat backs

But I be so damn wet I never get a chance to smack that

Straight out of order sign on the weenie

Wasted chips buyin a bitch a gang of apple martinis

I’m.

just.

a drunk (I can’t help myself)

I’m.

just.

a drunk (Drinkin X.O. off the top shelf)

I’m.

just.

a drunk (No I can’t help myself)

I’m.

just.

a drunk-k