Lyrics:
gonna be a good time
It's a small town throwdown
It's time to tallboy up, let them tailgates down
And man, it's on tonight, ridin' 'til the morning
going to be your man
Oh someday
When tall-boys turn into champagne
When bologna turns into steak
When I got gold instead of change
When I can give you
tallboy
Make dat money
Come spend that money
Farrox gello docteh
You got your money
I got my money
Real people hustling to make that penny
You got your tool
held on
So raise up your tallboys
Three cheers for The Beav
When the developer saw
The Beav would not comply
They brought all the lawyers
That money
Blackberry brandy, three-dollar wine
Tallboys and forties, they get me every time
Passing the bottle, I wind up in the can
Get out tomorrow, We're
All your plans have been laid
But I know that you made me your clown
Just sat around drinking tallboys
Like everything was okay
While your new love
low
Black fit, with tha blue notes
Tallboy with a blunt rolled
Ima shadow boy wit a heart of gold
I'm with the homies
Fuck all the phonies
True
at the right time
You took every other ounce of sunshine
I'd ever known
I got the last beer when I needed it most
Night was falling and I gave a tallboy toast
about time for a drink (yeah baby)
You know it is, yeah (oh yeah) (it's about time)
All my people got a tallboy can
Or a longneck bottle or double
back while you're cussin' the sun
And if your girl don't love you no more
Well, here's a tall-boy to cry in and it's been paid for
And if you're short
When he turned 34 but who's counting
He couldn't find anyone who wanted to party
So he walked around a playground with a bag of Mickey's Tallboys
band, baby"
I said "It's great to see you're still in the bars"
Went down with a tallboy can and he woke up in a cargo van
Went down with the Girls
few back that's all I'm gonna do
So I'm fine if the tallboys all disappear
'Cause I like you better
Than beer
I like you better than that song
the band
And I was out of my head so it was out of my hands
White wine in the tallboy cans
They powered up and they proceeded to jam, man
Hit it again
band, baby"
I said "It's great to see you're still in the bars"
Went down with a tallboy can and he woke up in a cargo van
Went down with the Girls
the band
And I was out of my head so it was out of my hands
White wine in the tallboy cans
They powered up and they proceeded to jam, man
Hit it again
Finished my tall-boy too Before cops got to harass us
Now they just pass us The Cali Mentality
An ample amount of people respect and make it reality
My birth
Tallboy in a lawn chair
Saying don’t trip over the dog chain
Got a carport if it starts to rain
Shelly shows up right on cue
With a box of wine and some
pins
Never take a loss, I just bounce back
Said I fell off, got my sound back
My boy HB, where you been at?
With a couple tallboys in a brown bag
Coldest
conversatin with my soul
Icehouse tallboy on me like my uncle D
Butta' comin from the grease, fuck a beat I'm Buck elite
And when they finally come for me
Of the dog by way of
A pair of rare tallboys
You're spoiled for choice
We all need to blackout some times
We need it to clear out our minds
Let's self medicate
I've been around since forever
Born around the 16th century you believe me
You hold me closer than a tallboy at that new bar up in toronto
I wont be
En mi cabeza guerra y paz, Leon Tolstoi
Pa la paz llevo un Rolls-Royce, pa la guerra un convoy
Cada frase es como un Tallboy
Piso fuerte, como
pounds on me, bitch? (Swamp God)
But I keep them goons around me, lil bitch (Swamp God, huh)
I just dropped a goblin in my tallboy
Pull up on a bitch with
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