Drunken Style n***a (Drunken Style)
Give me your clothes
Give me your gold
Give me all the money you owe (right now)
Don't like to think so I drink heavy
Dam slugs out the Chevy livin' armed and deadly
I'm taking chunks from punks who want funk
Treat'em like .15's put'em in the trunk
I slip clean makin' sure all my sh** clean
Then seem like a wolverine wit a gleam in sceam gangsta lean
Out the window hit your blocc corner everybody litted up
Runnin' them tires like tha Daytonya tuck you up it ain't nothin'
Pushin' bu*tons who wantto smoke them bustas
See I was a baby when I first got Sicc
Did the (??????????) and alcohol and 'bout fill there wall with syphills dick
Just my kicks tricks get chop out like a cold cut heat'em up
Rocked up like that cokesta I ain't no jokes or pranksta real gangsta
sh** from that n***a who brought you Season Of Da Sicc
Admit that was my tightest sh** besides this don't get me wrong every songs is a hit
Guess who made this Phonk Beta while you s**as ain't paying right we stayin' tight
Pullin' openin' Ziplocks every nite my momma neva fed me right
We was broke some i'm off that OE you know me i'm no mothaf**a joke
When it comes to rippin' up sh** ziplock bodybag toetag
I leave your t-shirt sweaty anyplace anytime you ready
(Chorus)x4
Comin' soon you want to hear more buy my sh** 2002
Song = Drunken Style