ggas gon' catch a slug, (Yeah) I'm so drunk I could hurl for a month. Any n|gga poppin ****, go to the trunk. D12 start ****, n|gga come get us, 7 Mile
this state of mind, big moves, max keeble I'm on my grind feeble, my music is evil My fuckin' samples are too illegal, play this shit in church [Verse 7
bottom of summer(hahahaha...) [Vinnie Paz:] Yeah! Planet, What up baby? Apathy, what up cousin? AOTP in the buildin' What up Reef, what up Mach 7l, Eso
a cowboy Playin stopped playin long time ago with childish toys It's only men in here; deuce deuce inch Pirelli and Goodyear niggaz, sip malt liquor beer
Still takin up all the heat Going round and round Never lookin down [Verse 1] Cigarette lit in a golden grill Envelope blocked in a golden seal Wait a minute buddy let me hold a beer
his cooking ass I'm so clean but I'm so grimey So dirty but yet I'm so shiney My nigga, Kiki B told me me finish my meal Def jam 7 figures we can
makes it too easy for them to put you down Too late [x7] Too late [x7] Too late [x7] Oooh Too late [x7] Too late [x7] Too late [x7] Why must I always
state line about 6:39 And we saw the sign that said, "Twine Ball exit, fifty miles" Oh, the kids were so happy they started singing "99 Bottles Of Beer
crazy baby [Treach] 20 20 of bottles of bottles of beer of beer on the wall/ 20 20 of bottles of bottles of beer/ now after 1 of the 1 of the dollaz
just make them fuckin mixtapes Where they at? [*repeat 7X*] Yo' DJ ain't no DJ, he just hit that instant replay There they go [*repeat 7X*] - go [Yelawolf
writing my rhymes these streets are inviting to crime if i didn't write rhymes and I'd probably go mad in my mind cos its only music that keeps me sane plus bud and beers
my styles lethal just like weapons I know what I know don't care what u reckon I want more doe than David Beckham my boys blaze zoots and beers we neck
the bed You still got a pussy like Isaac Hayes' head Come back in five years When ya grow some hairs and when ya started drinking' beers I'm hitting
Look like he stopping for gas I'm a pluck him, yay This had to be his most unlucky, lucky day 2 brothers come out of 7 Eleven in army wear and stand
Coolidge, loungin' with 7 duelers The Great Adventures of Slick, lickin' with 6 rugers Rock those, big boy Bulotti's out of Woodridge Porch for the biggest beer
the wax Pass it in your think, put valve up to twelve Put all the other LP's back on the shelf And smoke a blunt, and dial 9-1-7 1-6-0-4-9-3-11 And
the 8 0 8 bang, let the woofers blow, Throw some ass in my lap and I'm good to go I spray that Shawn Don bottle, crack a beer While the ladies all