BROTHA LYNCH HUNG & C-BO - Drunken Style lyrics

rate me

Drunken style nigga ... drunk style

Give me yo clothes, give me your gold

Give me all the money you owe right now

[Brother Lynch]

Don't like to thank so I drank heavy

Dump slugs out the Chevy, livin armed and deadly

I'm takin chunks from punks who want funk

Treat em like 15's put em in the trunk

I split his splines makin sure all my shits clean

Than seem like a wolverine with a gleam and a scheme gangsta ling

Out the window hit yo block corner everybody better duck

Runnin tires like the Daytona tuck you up it ain't nuttin

Pushin buttons, warn smokin them bustas

... See I was just a baby when I first got Sicc

Hit the bracin lacin alchohol, I'm bout to feel they walls with syphilis dicks

Just get my kicks, tricks get chopped up like a cold cut

Heat em up, flops get rocked up like that coke stuff

I ain't no jokester, prankster, real gangster

Shit from that nigga that brought you the Season of the Sicc

Admit that was my tightest shit besides this

Don't get me wrong every song is a hit

Guess who made this?

Funk baid away you suckers ain't payin right

You stayin tight, coolin up in zip locks every night

And my mama never fed me right

We was broke so - Oh he know me I ain't no mutha fuckin chump

When it come to rippin up shit, zip locks, body bag, toe tags

I leave yo t-shirt sweaty any place, any time you ready

Drunken style nigga

So give me you clothes, give me yo gold

Give me all the money you owe right now [x4]

Comin soon you wann hear more buy my shit, 2002