E-Swift - Only When I'm Drunk lyrics

Intro: Tash, speaking to J-Ro Yo wha**up man, get up man [*urrp* I can't bust man] Get up n***a, bust [I'm f**ed] Get up you gotta do your verse n***a [Aight I'll try it] Get up n***a! [Verse One: J-Ro] I get drunk and I stumble to the phone And conjure up a b**h to bone when I'm alone OHh sh**, tow back, I need to take a piss Only when I'm drunk I sing a song like this My grandma and your grandma [*urrp*] Sittin by the fire Hold on, turn the beat off [Nah, keep it goin' J-Ro can you make it?] I'm just not knowin' I get drunk and start talking mo' sh** And when I got a gun in my hand you better get, out Cause my brain just ain't what it used to be Forget tryin' to rationalize, cover your eyes Ah d-[*urrp*], damn I'm drunk I need a chunk, no better yet a hunk of that funk When I get drunk I might act uncouth But when I get drunk I always tell the truth Yeah I'm good, I'm bad, I'm dope, I'm freaky fresh I make hip-hop fans say yes yes The Liks comin through, you know we gonna blow upop Hold up, hold up, I think I gotta... [*urrrrrrp*] Damn, false alarm Gettin all the ladies with my cool charm When I get drunk I might even call my daddy a punk Yeah, but only when I'm dr-[*urp*] drunk Yeah, let me pa** the forty, to my n***a, Tash [Verse Two: Tash] It goes one for the chronic, two for the amnesia It's the pimp-slap n**y with drinks in the freezer Bust the one out, two out, [flips!] type of rapper That'd get you our your seat quicker than a car jacker Sip a Colt for the fever when I'm coolin' with my people Got hoes in East Columbus like I'm Billy Dee Winkle Cause I move like, I'm smooth like I'm Harry Belafonte Lookin for them n***as that jumped my homey Dante All up in this b**h with the gin and Tanqueray Drink like Mr. Wendal smoke bud like Dr. Dre But that's cause I'm old enough to do that type of sh** Got damn I gotta piss I pa** the mic to E-Swift [Verse Two cont.: E-Swift] Yeah, I get drunk and can't nobody whoop me I'm trippin', must be the brew that I was sippin' Kickin' in, guess I shouldn't have mixed it with the gin Cause when I'm layin' on my back I can feel the room spin One too many, I reckon Feelin I gotta earl, any second Wanna get up but can't move, feels like I'm stuck in the groove What the f** was I tryin to prove? I get a rep for downin' four-oh's All the hoes knows them Alkaholik bros n***as call me dad I got a fifth in the trunk Might f** an ugly b**h but only when I'm drunk [Verse Three: J-Ro] Aight, think I'm feelin' a little better Ready to bust this, like this And ya don't miss, check it out I get drunk and start thinkin' bout my friends That pa**ed on with every forty ounce the memory will last on Black Man Muzzle, Mike Lee and Suavey D The three MCs will always live in my memories We used to rock shows, we used to rock hoes And drink forty-oh's, and wear the same clothes Damn I wish we could go through it again But I know one day we gonna do it again And when that day comes it's gonna be live But I ain't in no hurry so I don't drink and drive The Alkaholiks we gets funky when we drinkin' Just a li'l somethin', to pump up the thinkin' [Outro: J-Ro] Beer run! Ante up n***a Ha ha, put the money in the hat