Текст песни C-Bo and Brother Lynch - Drunken Style
C-Bo and Brother Lynch - Drunken Style слова песни
Drunken style nigga ... drunk styleGive me yo clothes, give me your goldGive me all the money you owe right now[Brother Lynch]Don`t like to thank so I drank heavyDump slugs out the Chevy, livin armed and deadlyI`m takin chunks from punks who want funkTreat em like 15`s put em in the trunkI split his splines makin sure all my shits cleanThan seem like a wolverine with a gleam and a scheme gangsta lingOut the window hit yo block corner everybody better duckRunnin tires like the Daytona tuck you up it ain`t nuttinPushin buttons, warn smokin them bustas... See I was just a baby when I first got SiccHit the bracin lacin alchohol, I`m bout to feel they walls with syphilis dicksJust get my kicks, tricks get chopped up like a cold cutHeat em up, flops get rocked up like that coke stuffI ain`t no jokester, prankster, real gangsterShit from that nigga that brought you the Season of the SiccAdmit that was my tightest shit besides thisDon`t get me wrong every song is a hitGuess who made this? Funk baid away you suckers ain`t payin rightYou stayin tight, coolin up in zip locks every nightAnd my mama never fed me rightWe was broke so - Oh he know me I ain`t no mutha fuckin chumpWhen it come to rippin up shit, zip locks, body bag, toe tagsI leave yo t-shirt sweaty any place, any time you readyDrunken style niggaSo give me you clothes, give me yo goldGive me all the money you owe right now [x 4]Comin soon you wann hear more buy my shit, 2002