m fifty, I'm fifty bitches deep. Drunken Master comin' through with an ill crew. Fifty niggaz deep and I'm growin' like mildew. Drunken Master comin'
[Drunken Master] "Uh. Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Drunken Master, what-what." Yo, I'm 'bout ta fuck yo' head like Stevie Wonder with the clippas ("Yeah, yeah.")
this call faster From a drunken ninja master You fucking bastard!! [Chorus] Drunken... Ninja... Master... Lotus... Lotus... Drunken... Ninja... Master... Lotus... Lotus... Drunken... Ninja... Master... Lotus... Lotus... Drunken
gon' ever change I'ma stay in the street just as well as my name Shine like the diamond I'm named after When it comes to trickin' hoes, I'm a motherfuckin' master
never gets played out is melody, I'm hearing it calling me it's plain to see because it's all laid out Full ride, I'm a master of technology livin'
you might call a heretic yes, and I am from Nebraska my girl is satisfied you can ask her you know I've never visited Alaska huh, where the oil was spilt that drunken
Time: New Executive Music BMI Master #53999 Take 14 Music track recorded at Western Studios 7/12/65 Vocals added 12/22/65 Single Released 3/21/66 (Capitol
no lights and cameras when it's time to get to wig-split. Nigga's chitta-chatta, don't matta. Them bitches whisper. But, when they slip up drunk, we gon
[Dr. Dre] Check Check, 1,2 , 1,2 1,2(it's rolling) Yea yea yea Dr. Dre up in here Y'all know what this is. Its what y'all been waiting for Funk Master
) [Dr. Dre] Check Check, 1,2?1,2?1,2 (it's rolling) Yea yea yea Dr. Dre up in here Y'all know what this is. It's what y'all been waiting for Funk Master
if I had something on you I woulda did it by now, Oh on the contrary, Mary Poppins, I'm mixing our studio session down and sending it to mastering to
E-T-T-O [DOVE:] Which is the one to blame when bullets blow Either Peter, Jane, or John or Joe But Joe can't shoot a gun, he's always drunk And Peter
city hall in New York T'was a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore and aft And oh how the wild wind drove her She stood several blasts, she had twenty-seven masts
leave it desolate. He will twist the earth's surface and scatter its people. Everyone will meet the same fate--the priests and the people, slaves and masters
drunken and without shoes in a play without an ending you are always [only] rehearsing. Though I want you, though you want me, nothing [can] come of it, to the main mast
one thing you gon' have to get A fitted with the first letter of the alphabet (EYY) Ey, her head game right Got a 442 with the flow master pipes I draw