Lyrics:
2 AM
They ran out of lemonade
So I shot that vodka straight, anyway
She came in
Missin' bottle off the shelf
I can't drink this by myself, sit
wit us
Biggie, Smalls, he drink wit us
Tu-pac, he drink wit us
Eazy-E, he drink wit us
Big L, he drink wit us
Trouble T-Roy, he drink wit us
MC
Y'all just ride by
Lights out, lights out like a drive-by
Me my life's real
I ain't got nothing to lie about
You can ask anyone that's with me
How
her
And drive by the projects while a nigger hollar
I let her drive the V
She's my pretty young thing
I let her ride with me
She's my pretty
beating down or the snow in the way
The smell of fresh cut grass in the yard
I don't care who you are, drink a fifth, bring your heart
You put down
Headed down some trouble
Got myself a drink or two
Well I took to the streets
And I took to the bars
Marched right in but I didn't get far
Manager
Darlington
Some nights I don't go
Some nights I go to the drive-in
Some nights I stay home
I followed that dream
Just like those guys do way up
my life
Tonight if some old buddy don't come by
To drive me home and talk to me a while, oh mercy
I might mhmm and die
I can't get over you to save my
ain't rich but I make do
Get the job done in one, fuck take two
You don't like me but your mates do
Scratchy's about, stay tuned
Take that
Sharpest
my head
There are two fucks I don't give
There are two guns in my hands
There are two doves and now we're dead
Overwhelmed by sadness like a fucking
can't be found.
Blues, why don't you let me ‘lone?
Blues, why don't you let me ‘lone?
I'll try to figure this out by myself, ‘cause I'm so blue and all
to the bedroom said "Boy I want you, but I don't wanna rush no no"
She made me drink drinks by two I know that I'm a fool
Cause now I don't remember no more
Crazy
got it all on film
You gotta watch out where you rocking, shit get real
Drink your real, I can't be fake, don't know the feel
Gotta take a long
here on the road
By looking in your eyes, I can tell what's on your mind
Yeah, I'd love to drive you home and hold your body close to mine
You're
a drive by ain't shit
We stay to the slums
Steal wine from a bum
Sell dope to a basehead
His money comes from an armed robbery or a BNE
But how he gets his
like "you want onions on that?"
I'm like, yeah, I already said that I do
Plus we need curly fries
And don't you dare forget it!
And two medium root
to do
A trip to the movies
A drink or two
They don't satisfy you
They don't tell you anything new
You know I don't talk much
Except to myself
Take a sip of this, drink that, and don't it feel good, baby? (Ooh-ooh-ooh-woah)
Take a hit of this, take that, and don't it feel good, baby?
Dino
We do a little bowling and we drink a little vino
Well, I've got a little buddy, Barney Rubble
Got a neighbor by the name of Barney Rubble
this call
That I'd rather be drunk and
Drive away from
Here
I don't want to be sober, no not sober
Yea
(CHORUS)
Broke and alone
No
a glock
And it don't stop
Till another brother drop
That's why I poured out a little drink for the homie Pac (Rest In Peace)
What's a thin line between
Split right down the middle like there's two of me
No hiding, I bare all nudity
This is everything that comes with celebrity
Criticism, ridicule
Two men on the street
Drinking something cheap
No home, no family
It's cold, nowhere to sleep
Passers-by never catch their eye
Anywhere, one man
Don't kill me, I've got two kids at home don't kill me
I said I'm not gonna fucking kill you
Don't kill me
Hurry the fuck up
Thank you
Windows
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