Liquor Sto

-TV noises
Ugh, damn man
Turn this shit down, man
Oh shit
-Snorting
-Knocking
Dub, get up man
Man, I'm fin' to go to the store man
Go to this joint man
What you want man?
I'm fin' to go get me a Crazy Horse man, O8
Some juice with it?
Just the O8
Aight man, it's all good

Woke up in the morning and my breath stank
From last night's Mad Dog with the golden ink
Liquor store, liquor store, here we go again
Don't sell to 11, man it's only 10
I walked out the house, black Dickies shorts
Top still dropped on the black four door
Thinking bout the market and the 8-ball scent
Met a few at 24th where the cone I bent
I parked in the lot then stepped out and whipped out
A five dollar bill and said "deuce" with some orange juice
The next stop was the projects, I had to go
To share my drank with the homies out the penzo
Before I got there I seen my homegirl insane
She had some Mad Dog, so we took the shit to the face
Oh no, liquor store, here we go
Cause I'm never broke and I love to drink 8-double-0

Liquor store (Hey)
8-Double-0
Liquor store
Oh no, liquor store, here we go

I gotta get drunk before I scoop this bitch
Bishop Minogue High School on the Broadway strip
My cousin do dub when I roll in the bucket
I'm a G with cash so I straight said "fuck it"
Went to Punjab cause I don't need I.D
Came back out with six 40 ounces
Through the window cause the door was stuck
Joyridin' on probation with the bag turned up
Waitin' for these bitches and the bell to ring
So I walked across the street to the Burger King
I had to take a piss but I could not miss
My eyes red, on tight, I was straight up blitzed
One time zone at the counter
I had to walk by lookin' 8-ball drowned
Dub pulled up with the bitches straight waitin' for me
So I bought some orange juice for the O.E

Liquor store
8-Double-0
Liquor store
Oh no, liquor store, here we, here we go

Goin' through the liquor store, creepin' through the Southside
Had to make a right, I met a few from 29th
I'm gettin' followed by some bitches in a point-oh
They wanna freeload, think I sell kilos
At the light I made a right into the market
Stepped out, tied one and I parked it
I walked inside and grabbed a four-oh
Of Old English and a pint of Mad Dog
Dude Dubb went to get the cups
As I walk to the parking lot to mix the shit up
I took a seat on the drop top four-door
Bumped a cutie pie pushed by the Zapco
Nappy head bitches stood across the street
Neshecourt projects, I met a few on 24th Street
Straight burnt rubber when the Dub came back
With the ball and some more dog in the bag
Gangbangers hangin' on my balls
Cause they wanna be a member of O.G. AWOL
I flipped the niggas off and I popped the cap
Not the bar or the dog but a four-four gat
It ain't a game, it's anybody killin' with the 8-O
A hit from stop when I'm comin' from the liquor store