the side of your neck Got me goin' 'round and 'round Make a playa wanna hurt ya Thinkin' that you was straight up Got me goin' in a circle Ay, my head is constantly
't know whats happenin but I'm really kinda drunk in the spirit 'cause' I'm not talking about no type of liquor the Holy Ghost is the one that gets me drunk
me, motherfuck them horses I'm black, too good, deadly like a luger I live day by day, but my mind set on the future Drunk with vexism, handin out bad
are waiting for me to arrive A Warner Robins' state of mind is what it is if you ain't heard We too broke to drink and too drunk to work All day smokin
When the sees are changed , When the storms and hurricanes Wide strand Spittin' rhymes, the beats so precise (? ) Skatin' on mics like ice Twice in the day I get drunk
They hate They hate They hate They constantly hate me They hate They hate They hate They constantly hate on me They dona??t kill, it makes me stronger
scissors and get to clippin that dick I'd rather die young than die old and broke That's why I stay drunk, and I constantly smoke My memories as a youngsta
't fuck up my mind from time to time... Constantly, I would drive myself insane I was always the December girl I never noticed them at all I slept through the summer And was drunk
into something real And finally do all the things He´s been dreaming of He´s joining the cocksucker club To not have to pretend he was drunk
'll think When you see me in my swimming trunks And last night in New York I got raging drunk Remember one time I got raging drunk with you Now, I can
to get drunk and shot da gauge they got 6 shots of tequila and half a bottle of bacardi the bottle came from onions coat when we left the bonfire party they constantly
, and exploded She woke up in the morning and her face was coated Buddy you study, the man on the mic D, do what you like Drunk a skunk am I from the
that he had written the greatest rhyme of all time // But he would never take it out of his archives // He wrote two songs per day // And was constantly
From Brixton, to Clapham Common, my lyrics invade Europe like Joseph Stalin, and murder niggaz for rhymin Spittin fire, with gasoline for saliva As drunk
than peter Stuck with broke hoes, broke ? ? and ? ? Pussies that they be fuckin', Used up and sideways Stretck marks for days, She about two-hun, Gotta get pissy drunk
hollow Screaming feed me here Fill me up again Temporarily pacify this hungering So grow Libido throw Dominoes of indiscretions down Falling all around In cycles In circles Constantly
Aight look. Soon to be the nigga on whatever Drunk bullshittin, gettin nough chedder, eatin good. Little feather weight, alaskan crab legs on plates
me ready to get drunk and shot da gauge They got 6 shots of Tequila and half a bottle of Bacardi The bottle came from onions coat when we left the bonfire party They constantly