Dead Kennedys - Too Drunk To Fuck lyrics

[ verse 1 ]

Since the day I was born I was on a mission

Never played out of position or wishin or missin

I came out kissin, was no spankin the backside

Just lots of lady nurses waitin for black eyes

I - I was talkin way before I could crawl or walk

And what the ladies heard, wasn’t baby talk

I’d drop a line like a bomber would drop a bomb

Highly explosive, but notice, I was cool and calm

Ready for action, at the age of 1 the fun

Was just beginning, I was winning, the ladies would come

With arms open and hopin for a kiss and a hug

I stripped down, huh, and watched the ladies bug

I stood up for a while, then I started walkin

I heard the ladies say, look who’s talkin

That’s right, baby, you can leave me alone

Cause if you can’t please me, don’t tease me, cause I’m bad to the..

[ female voices repeating ]

Bad, ba-ba-bad, bad

(big bad..) --> run

[ verse 2 ]

As a teen I was on the scene cleaner than clean

Mean lean fighting machine with self-esteem

No dope, crack, coke, flat broke I’m not

Sell smoke, nope, nope, won’t smoke the pot

Gettin high off life was more than enough

And peer pressure ain’t pressure when a boy is tough

And I was tougher than tough, I’m from the darkside

And hangin out in the park and in the parkside

Play a brother in any game he wanted to play

For fun or money, for money if he wanted to pay

I wasn’t diggin for niggas, so brother, dig deep

If one got over, it’s over, I let the kid keep

A little change, it’s strange, he want to bet it back

I took his claim to fame, he want to get it back

And when the night was over I took his girl home

I dimmed the lights and showed her that I was bad..

[ verse 3 ]

Now I’m in my 20s with plenty money and honey bunnies

20s and 10s, drive a benz, you can’t take nothin from me

Cause I came up on the streets, a straight up poor boy

But I beat the game, but it was war, boy

Because the streets entice you for the wrong things

I couldn’t pay the price, I wrote a song theme

And from the moment I touched the microphone

It was known that I was bad to the bone

But weak rappers and a lack of promotion

Made the job hard, I had to throw some

Weak lyrics together, just to get paid

’go see the doctor’, and I got played

The train continued to the ’wild, wild west’

I heard some brothers say, he ain’t the best

Huh, but check the records that ain’t well known

And look around and see all my clones

[ verse 4 ]

By the time I’m in my 30s my worth be - I bet I’m dirty rich

Sittin on the top of the world with about 36

Million in my pocket and rockin it from the mountain top

Livin it at ease, cool breeze, because I’m countin top

Dollar, I’m a scholar seekin knowledge, I’m a truth-seeker

The baddest brother on a microphone and two speakers

On turntables I’m able to start a movement

And when I move the crowd, the ladies move with

Fire in the eyes, the eyes never lie

So feel the fire and desire, keep your eye on the prize

Ladies, listen to the man and watch me work

Fellas, keep your cool when she goes bezerk

Cause I touch em in places that most men don’t

Don’t get jealous, fellas, oh, that’s all she wrote

Then when the night is over you’ll be alone

Cause ladies love ya when a brother is bad to the bone