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Intro: Tash, speaking to J-RoYo whassup man, get up man [*urrp* I can't bust man]Get up nigga, bust [I'm fucked]Get up you gotta do your verse nigga[Aight I'll try it] Get up nigga!Verse One: J-RoI get drunk and I stumble to the phoneAnd conjure up a bitch to bone when I'm aloneOHh shit, tow back, I need to take a pissOnly when I'm drunk I sing a song like thisMy grandma and your grandma *urrp*Sittin by the fireHold on, turn the beat off [nah, keep it goinJ-Ro can you make it?] I'm just not knowinI get drunk and start talkin mo' shitAnd when I got a gun in my hand you better get, outCause my brain just ain't what it used to beForget tryin to raionalize, cover your eyesAh d-*urrp*, damn I'm drunkI need a chunk, no better yet a hunk of that funkWhen I get drunk I might act uncouthBut when I get drunk I always tell the truthYeah I'm good, I'm bad, I'm dope, I'm freaky freshI make hip-hop fans say yes yesThe Liks comin through, you know we gonna blow upopHold up, hold up, I think I gotta...*urrrrrrp* Damn, false alarmGettin all the ladies with my cool charmWhen I get drunk I might even call my daddy a punkYeah, but only when I'm dr-*urp* drunkYeah, let me pass the forty, to my nigga, TashVerse Two: Tash, E-SwiftIt goes one for the chronic, two for the amnesiaIt's the pimp-slap niggy with drinks in the freezerBust the one out, two out, [flips] type of rapperThat'd get you our your seat quicker than a car jackerSlip a Colt for the fever when I'm coolin with my peopleGot hoes in East Columus like I'm BIlly Dee WrinkleCause I move like, I'm smooth like I'm Harry BelafonteLookin for them niggaz that jumped my homey DanteAll up in this bitch with the gin and TanquerayDrink like Mr. Wendal smoke bud like Dr. DreBut that's cause I'm old enough to do that type of shitGot damn I gotta piss I pass the mic to E-SwiftYeah, I get drunk and can't nobody whoop meI'm trippin, must be the brew that I was sippinKickin in, guess I shouldn'ta mixed it with the ginCause when I'm layin on my back I can feel the room spinOne too many, I reckonFeelin I got ta earl, any secondWanna get up but can't move, feels like I'm stuck in the grooveWhat the fuck was I tryin to prove?I get a rep for downin four-o'sAll the hoes knows them Alkaholik brosNiggaz call me dad I got a fifth in the trunkMight fuck an ugly bitch but only when I'm drunkVerse Three: J-RoAight, think I'm feelin a little betterReady to bust this, like thisAnd ya don't miss, check it outI get drunk and start thinkin bout my friendsthat passed on with every forty ounce the memory will last onBlack Man Muzzle, Mike Lee and Suavey DThe three MC's will always live in my memoriesWe used to rock shows, we used to rock hoesAnd drink forty-o's, and wear the same clothesDamn I wish we could go through it againBut I know one day we gonna do it againAnd when that day comes it's gonna be liveBut I ain't in no hurry so I don't drink and driveThe ALkaholiks we gets funky when we drinkinJust a lil sumthin, to pump up the thinkinOutro: J-RoBeer run! Ante up niggaHa ha, put the money in the hatmore