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major
I ain't really tryna change up
I done went & got my weight up
I be whippin', flippin' in the kitchen 
Swervin', servin' bitches
I'm a waiter
Why you

got the good times on my
Mind at The Hotel Whiskey

Lord, I wanna go back down
There to Hotel Whiskey
Oh I wanna drink and dance and watch
The ladies

by a vulture
Put a opp on a t shirt and a poster

I'm in EL like that nigga Mel what?
I'm in EL like that nigga Mel what?
I'm in EL like that nigga Mel

Amen

Meek Mill

Amen

2012

Lord, that pussy good, that pussy good
I'm tryna hold on, I wish I could, you think I should
She got that million dollar body, shorty my Bugatti
And she

Whiskey

Maroon 5

Red Pill Blues

2017

a whiskey, whoa

Would've left this world behind
Just to wake up by your side
Every mornin' I
Would've sold my soul for a little more time mmm
Would've

millions in rapping 
Got two incomes I ain’t taking no lost
Get ah nigga touched by making ah call 
Blood sweat and tears give this shit my all 
Ain’t no

tunnel there's a train
I'm a window left down in the pourin' rain
Damn I can't get that girl off my mind
So tonight I'm drinkin' whiskey 'till I forget

usin' the linen

Talkin' to my man doodlin' my bit
Waiter got salty told me to please quit

Told the waiter, don't be dizzy
Can't you see I'm very busy

The Messenger (Skit)

Krayzie Bone

Thug Mentality 1999

1999

[Waiter]
Certainly. Back there by the wine racks. 

[Krayzie]
All right, thanks a lot. Thank you, thank you. 

[Waiter]
Oh, you're welcome sir.

Lord
That pussy good, that pussy good
I m tryin to hold on
I wish I could, you think I should?
She got that million dollar body
Shawty my Bugatti and she

Whiskey and Women and Money to Burn

Joe Ely

Songs from Chippy

1994

It's Saturday night, I just got my check
Been working all week breaking my neck
I put on my hat, picked up my spurs
Whiskey and women and money

dollar car where I sit
And my broad is the shit
Crenshaw in the 6
Got it parked at the Shell in front of all of the Crips
You either ball or you brick

the passion dry up, don't wanna tease you
So before I went ignorant, I'll focus on my quick spit

Lil Mel got me stuck in a cell
Lil Mel got me stuck in a cell

Outcompete my peers, I was taught by my pops
I operate on another level, don't go by clocks

We got the alpha, No Beta
Real time, Big data
DoorDash,

Amen

YMCMB

The Incomparable

2012

Lord, that pussy good, that pussy good
I'm tryna hold on, I wish I could, you think I should
She got that million dollar body, shorty my Bugatti
And she

pussy good, that pussy good
I'm tryna hold on, I wish I could, you think I should
She got that million dollar body (body), shorty my Bugatti ('gatti)

wine by the bottle 
Waiter telling me 
Say when 
Okay then 

Old school I don't trust phones so I page em 
Soldiers need my okay to slay dem 
Oh okay

whiskey-o
I'll tell you my trouble and strife  
Row me up some whiskey-o
I'll give you a friend for life

I've been recognised they've got my scent 
The wind,

Hell, I know you got my message
All my X's and my O's
And it kills me by the hour
Now I take my whiskey sours alone

And it kills me by the hour
Now

on the Bluetooth, singin bout the president
Got Jimi from the Watchtower, it’s all quite evident
Yea I’m touched by an Angel, oh lord guess I’m pretty lit

Don’t

Ladies Stnad A Chance?
I'm Cowboy And I'm Shockin The House
Ya Say, Ya Say 1, 2, 1 more is 3
And Melle Mel, Come On, Whatcha Got For Me?

To The Hip Hop,

hope so
Bartender please one more whiskey neat
'Fore I hit the streets
Pull off in my V
Just me, accompanied by bag of tree
Left hand on the wheel
Sorta

they hot sauce
But don't got no flavor
I got the juice
I'll get you knocked off
In front of your neighbors
My killers is loose
Even if cops called

You were sittin' alone by the jukebox
I was dancing sippin' whiskey on the rocks
Your tight fitting' jeans did something to me
I put in a quarter