Lyrics:
wasted!
Puff, sip, puff, sip, puff, sip,
Get wasted!
Gimme a jug of that Crowne
Guzzle that down
What's
I'm trippin' on that now
I can tell by
tonight
My thoughts get drowned until I feel alright
I keep drinkin' 'til I'm someone I don't recognize (Yeah)
I got wasted (Woah, ayy)
And I'm taken by
had to stay on my feet
Wok up I just poured me a P
Jet fuel when I roll me a G
Time, Time, Time, Time
Time, Time, Time
So let me get this straight out
compete
Then we got AP, he a G on them keys
When he not in the stu, you can catch him on the green (Four)
Makin these hits over by the sea
Maybe you asking
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
Can’t say shit
Faded on a daily basis
Im wasted
Can’t say shit
Faded on a daily basis
Im floatin’ off that strain mix
Im pourin’ up insane shit
Im wasted
Peep the way I’m all up in the mix
Came through shitting on these niggas off rip
Motorola jumping off the hip
Off White linens Bobby Brown with
daily
Emcee’s y’all the same
I’m multi-faceted, scalene
I’m throwing shots like I’m pregaming
But I leave wasted those around me
Empty fuel gauge
time to delay
I got some people to save
Nothing will stop me today
All I do is this and a little bit of that
My lil hommie told me S.T.I.G and I'm really
Fit a couple G’s
Bought a brand new pack
So the money callin me
I keep my eyes low every time I get the re (just please)
Just please,
Let me repeat
is running out
No time, my rhyme's runnin' out a fuel
Here's the part you decide if you want to do
Count it up, the dockets from the Swass tour
wasted,
He stumbles in
Throws the keys on the couch,
Acting innocent,
She won't ask,
Where he's been,
Just wants a kiss from his lips,
Cause she misses him
a weed seller, but a crocka sack beller
A rap star plus a 2 time felon
Sellin' phones out the trunk I mix G with funk
I put it all together, and rock it
me they gave me a g
pushed and kicked by all the bully
put my head on the ground
and grazed up my knee
sent to school on every birthday
hours detention
G-G-G-G-G Mix
I don't know what you've heard about me
But a bitch can't get a blunt up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm 'cause I'm a G
And I'm
G-G-G-G-G Mix
I don't know what you've heard about me
But a bitch can't get a blunt up outta me
I drive a Cadillac, wear a perm 'cause I'm a G
And I'm
the time precious, don't test my patience
Wait I'm wasted, or wasting days in
A faith that leaves me waist in complacence
My face is threatening
An interlude between the chorus
Fight I'm telling myself it's alright
But what about all these muso's who count time
Doesn't matter it's just
a weed seller, but a crocka sack beller
A rap star plus a 2 time felon
Sellin' phones out the trunk I mix G with funk
I put it all together, and rock it
That's the game I guess
It's just one step at a time, like im playing chess
I keep my mind on the music and ignore the rest
And when it come to night g, I
I've been trying to develop an alternative fuel from a mix of all natural substances,
But the mix was highly volatile until we found a catalyst
that cake, cop two five fivers
Pimps and players, platinum diamonds
East to West Coast we riders
He a Compton-Compton O.G
(Mix that with a QB-QB
that cake, cop two five fivers
Pimps and players, platinum diamonds
East to West Coast we riders
He a Compton-Compton O.G
(Mix that with a QB-QB
[Verse 3 - Sir Mix-A-Lot]
Criticized by the main stream
For not bein the house jig and keepin things squeaky clean
But I can't, so I ain't
But I won't play
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