Pukin' Rally (drinkin)
Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 10:24 am
lets pop a bottle Crown royal and full throttle
mixed together than funnel beers until we wobble
beer bongs keg stands beer pong and Shots man
ain got plans i'll be drinkin if i aint got hands
budwiser hefinwisen 9 pound and dirty forties
workin porties strong hopped with flirty shorties
im buzzed now long islands and a glass of A.M.F
thats adios mother fuckers this isnt a day of stress
a day of breasts crush beer cans and broken glasses
shot glasses tipped over beers that filled wit ashes
stoppin traffic with the line just to get in
sorry we cant fit men ladies get pumped like pistons
we drunk, cops bout to be here for disturbin peace
in a urban street 2 drink minimum we servin 3
its 1:00 and its still jumpin blood is still pumpin
inside this alcohol stream made from consumption
gettin tipsy find my girl and go to rock her world
grabbed another them bitches sound like a flock of squirls
screamin an clawin but i'm to drunk to stop
i'm hot give me a shot as i' fuck an pump tha twat
bust a nut get up the parties still on the pop off
shots of poppof some rot gut some minors got caught
but i'm legal and they was caught off the property
cops stoppin me harrassin me sayin they caution me
to turn the music down and tell these people go home
what so they can get a DEWI fuck the evil po po
i say hell no theres no noise ordinance in this town
the split down the street, shits spinnin i need to sit down
its gets down to 4 in the mournin people assed out
passed out from the back yard to front i take the trash out
i'm passed dout that i'm wasted faded headed for my room
popped some chaser tablets for all the shit i consumed
fell asleep faded with my girl right by my side
tommaro reminising damn homies that was a Fly ride
mixed together than funnel beers until we wobble
beer bongs keg stands beer pong and Shots man
ain got plans i'll be drinkin if i aint got hands
budwiser hefinwisen 9 pound and dirty forties
workin porties strong hopped with flirty shorties
im buzzed now long islands and a glass of A.M.F
thats adios mother fuckers this isnt a day of stress
a day of breasts crush beer cans and broken glasses
shot glasses tipped over beers that filled wit ashes
stoppin traffic with the line just to get in
sorry we cant fit men ladies get pumped like pistons
we drunk, cops bout to be here for disturbin peace
in a urban street 2 drink minimum we servin 3
its 1:00 and its still jumpin blood is still pumpin
inside this alcohol stream made from consumption
gettin tipsy find my girl and go to rock her world
grabbed another them bitches sound like a flock of squirls
screamin an clawin but i'm to drunk to stop
i'm hot give me a shot as i' fuck an pump tha twat
bust a nut get up the parties still on the pop off
shots of poppof some rot gut some minors got caught
but i'm legal and they was caught off the property
cops stoppin me harrassin me sayin they caution me
to turn the music down and tell these people go home
what so they can get a DEWI fuck the evil po po
i say hell no theres no noise ordinance in this town
the split down the street, shits spinnin i need to sit down
its gets down to 4 in the mournin people assed out
passed out from the back yard to front i take the trash out
i'm passed dout that i'm wasted faded headed for my room
popped some chaser tablets for all the shit i consumed
fell asleep faded with my girl right by my side
tommaro reminising damn homies that was a Fly ride