paroles de chanson Drunk At 2:43Pm - Vic Spencer

Some of these niggas can′t wait to show their pussyhole
Most of the hardest niggas be softer than some cookie dough
Easy ass niggas with the rookie clothes
Take thirty rappers then turn their ass into about four tootsie rolls
I'm cooking flows the gumbo ready
Carry something longer than a mutumbo mechede eating a burger during a sushi fettish
It doesn′t matter who is there I'm smacking everybody
My weed strain bout to come out and sheezy taxing everybody
Dro in a jar replaced with the goose in a cantine
The punchlines is in the bowl to drink cheers to the damn king
And I went to prom by myself because I got stood up
But still got some box the big screen when she looked up
Went back home to write raps off boone farms and that damn Paul Masson
Rappers make me take a nap like combs
I hate rappers still, stuff their whole body inside a happy meal
Mircowave that shit twice then sit in a car with the crappy wheels
Rap is real when you living for it, I eat swordfish
The chef took out small bones because victor historic
Before Christ I was standing there with a flashlight
Saw a nigga that I hated and beat his ass twice
Un bak with the glow big knots for the flow
You get yo ass blocked like a hoe
I tell the bartender I'll take Tito′s and a splash of something
In this game you think a nigga like me gone kiss ass or something?
Gotta get the entire fuck outta here
I can′t drink dark I'll go crazier than i did on this beat
I think my liver out of space I been drinking for weeks
I think I′m seeing things on cloud 9 when Jupiter creeps
I'm rather unique catching me tweak is highly unlikely
I beat the beats up so call a nigga Ike V
Pineapple chunks with the distilled vodka
Get to the chopper before the whole conglomerate block ya
When we slice life ya crew screams like opera
Why argue with a bitch when she looking like chubacca
Bitch