Lyrics:
on in your head.
Are you a wilma or a betty man?
do you drive a mercedes or a trans am?
do you have a single malt or a beer in your hand?
will you love
if it's a duck
I damn sure heard it quack
Malt beer six pack
Ten year old cognac
Hatchback
Pontiac
Insomniac
Heart attack
Discount rack
Hackeysack
and drinking malt beer
Oh you fucking imposter
(Woah oh oh)
Don’t be shy
(Woah oh oh)
Lose your mind
(Woah oh oh)
It’s all lies
the club, they think the boy's here, huh
Caught his bitch with knee pads, he think it's sports gear, huh
Yeah, the Colt was forty-five, but it ain't malt
shoppe, Grandpa
Oh, why don't we go to the malt shoppe
Just you and me
Root beer
A malt
Ice cream and pie
Shakes with cherries right up to the sky
Sugar
you in the back there hope
Is not something you are gonna
Find at the bottom of that 22
Ounce bottle of malt liquor beer
And as for you brother Woods, I
deuce deuce inch Pirelli
And Goodyear niggas, sip malt liquor beer
They gave me sixth man of the year, came off the bench for Tha Liks
Shot the lights
heard don't pump cool-Aid, my heart pump beer
Malt liquor, 211 Steel Reserve
Got'cha potnah hella perved, slidin' through the turf like
What that is,
that's nuclear
The devil puts manganese is malt liquor beer
Family members slain that we hold so dear only enemy that operates through fear
Lady Shacklin
pirelli
And goodyear niggaz, sip malt liquor beer
They gave me sixth man of the year, came off the bench for tha liks
Shot the lights out
that malt liquor
I pour the beer
On the ground for niggas not around
I started off starvin'
Now they got me out here Brett Farve'n
Tryna see if I
the man who invented beer
beer beer beer beer beer.
A barrel of malt, a bushel of hops, you stir it around with a stick,
the kind of lubrication to make
hustling for three years, spillin malt cheap beer for this tee's peers
Little chip, so I asked him "Where's your momma man?"
And he said, "Well, she's with
beer, beer, beer, beer
A bushel of malt a barrel of hops
And stir it around with a stick
The type of lubrication that makes your engine tick
Forty pints
like this
It's the liquor store that really gets me here
Dark or clear
Wine, malt, liquor or beer
It doesn't make a difference by the name of the brand
different flows every night
We stay drunk off Bud Light
So fuck the Malt Liquor
We drink beer by the can, cup, bottle, or pitcher
You'll see us onstage
different city every night
[JR, D:] Different ho's every night, different flows every night
[D:] We stay drunk off Bud Light
[JR:] So fuck the Malt Liquor
to water, X says "Puke it out"
Fuck that shit, man that ain't what I'm about
(??)
Pass the malt liquor, gimme another beer
Yo yeah man that's my mother fuckin
the years, I learned to pace it
Get kinda tipsy, but not that wasted
I like beer, but I love malt liquor
'cause malt liquor, get me drunk quicker
Stop
trippin and I'm 'bout to have a fit and split
But I can hear it in the distance (callin)
And I just can't resist this
Pitcher me a case of the funky malt
already gouged for tickets
Those greedy, fat-cat fucks
I’m begging at the bar
But I’m not that fucking cute
I just want some sip snacks
Made with malt
And beers with much malt
Napoleon soon did know
Sans the bread
Wine went straight to his head
And he never was the same
Blue blue blue blue
That's my mood
trippin and I'm 'bout to have a fit and split
But I can hear it in the distance (callin)
And I just can't resist this
Pitcher me a case of the funky malt
forty beers
Snot flew after malt brew they beefing over there
Twenty spot blew when the slogan was three for forty here
I'm tryna build a burg and let my
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