Tha Alkaholiks - Only when I’m Drunk lyrics

Yo whassup man, get up man [*urrp* I can't bust man]

Get up nigga, bust [I'm fucked]

Get up you gotta do your verse nigga

[Aight I'll try it] Get up nigga!

Verse One: J-Ro

I get drunk and I stumble to the phone

And conjure up a bitch to bone when I'm alone

OHh shit, 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 talkin mo' shit

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 raionalize, 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 pass the forty, to my nigga, Tash

Verse Two: Tash, E-Swift

It goes one for the chronic, two for the amnesia

It's the pimp-slap niggy 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

Slip a Colt for the fever when I'm coolin with my people

Got hoes in East Columus like I'm BIlly Dee Wrinkle

Cause I move like, I'm smooth like I'm Harry Belafonte

Lookin for them niggaz that jumped my homey Dante

All up in this bitch 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 shit

Got damn I gotta piss I pass the mic to 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'ta 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 got ta earl, any second

Wanna get up but can't move, feels like I'm stuck in the groove

What the fuck was I tryin to prove?

I get a rep for downin four-o's

All the hoes knows them Alkaholik bros

Niggaz call me dad I got a fifth in the trunk

Might fuck an ugly bitch 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 passed on with every forty ounce the memory will last on

Black Man Muzzle, Mike Lee and Suavey D

The three MC's will always live in my memories

We used to rock shows, we used to rock hoes

And drink forty-o'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 lil sumthin, to pump up the thinkin

Outro: J-Ro

Beer run! Ante up nigga

Ha ha, put the money in the hat