Tytuł: KINDA HIGH KINDA DRUNK

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  Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
  Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball
  
  Chorus: repeat 4X
  
  Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
  Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball
  
  Verse One:
  
  I'm sittin' at the bar with a hundred dollar bill
  The homies is runnin' late so I got some time to kill
  I'm peepin' out this freak in the booth in the corner
  I think I seen her rollin a Noble, nosin under and moanin
  Two hookers walked in and they was lookin' for a vic
  But they, kept on passin' me by coz they can recognize a trick
  Twenty minutes later and two double shots of yak
  I take a look up at the clock, now where the FUCK the homies at
  I feel my pagers on my hipbone, who could it be
  Cuz I done talked to everybody that I was 'sposed to see
  Hahaa! Now I know, the story is told
  And I don't even call 'em back cuz they don't know the homie cold
  I recieved a page my niggers from the phone in the back
  I got a wink from a fine ass sista dressed in black
  Another double shout of yak and now the room is spinnin'
  But that's only the beginning, god damn!
  
  Chorus
  
  Verse Two:
  
  I take a walk out to the front to get myself some air and
  see if I see the homies, but they still ain't there
  There's a fool outside drunk and he want to get into it
  I was strapped I coulda killed him, but I didn't do it
  I opted for the walk-away, watch the busta talk away
  So mister policeman, you can put your chalk away
  I mobb back in the club, and, kick it at my table
  Cause, niggaz be acting stupid, and stupid shit is fatal
  The homies is hella late, and now I'm startin' to think
  Homegirl that gave me the wink from earlier just bought me a drink
  She's sittin' at a stool at the other side of the bar
  Doing tricks with her tounge and a cherry like a porno star
  The club is gettin' packed and the party is jumpin
  Another double shot of yak and I'm on the dancefloor bumpin'
  She's licking in my ear and, now I'm feeling faded
  It's 11:35 and the homies still ain't made it
  
  Chorus
  
  Verse Three:
  
  Now I'm on the dance floor with baby and, shit is gettin' hectic
  The big homey done erected, damn I've been affected
  By the funk in the boom and the booty in the room
  This ain't the Commodores but this Brick House got me on zoom
  Now I'm mackin and struttin and asking baby wassup
  My name ain't Everlast, but I can still make you jump
  let's, hope in the Q and go somewhere and kick it like some Trojans
  We can do a little drinkin, and do a little smoking
  When all of a sudden I start sweatin', my stomach starts bubblin'
  I hear earl coming, I think I'm in trouble *vomit sounds*
  Ahh shit, I got baby on her titties
  I guess there go my chances of gettin with her kitty
  I turn around and stumble away and there go the homies with
  long ass trenchcoats on, laughing, sippin on 40's
  Now I'm in the back of my own car curled up like a punk
  Cuz I got too high and uhh, got too drunk
  
  Chorus
  
  [Big throw up S-P-L-A-S-H]
  SHIT!