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Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunkBeer drinkin beer beer drinkin eight ballChorus: repeat 4XGot kinda high and uhh kinda drunkBeer drinkin beer beer drinkin eight ballVerse One:I'm sittin' at the bar with a hundred dollar billThe homies is runnin' late so I got some time to killI'm peepin' out this freak in the booth in the cornerI think I seen her rollin a Noble nosin under and moaninTwo hookers walked in and they was lookin' for a vicBut they, kept on passin' me by coz they can recognize a trickTwenty minutes later and two double shots of yakI take a look up at the clock, now where the FUCK the homies atI feel my pagers on my hipbone, who could it beCuz I done talked to everybody that I was 'sposed to seeHahaa! Now I know, the story is toldAnd I don't even call 'em back cuz they don't know the homie coldI recieved a page my niggers from the phone in the backI got a wink from a fine ass sista dressed in blackAnother double shout of yak and now the room is spinnin'But that's only the beginning, god damn!ChorusVerse Two:I take a walk out to the front to get myself some air andsee if I see the homies, but they still ain't thereThere's a fool outside drunk and he want to get into itI was strapped I coulda killed him, but I didn't do itI opted for the walk-away, watch the busta talk awaySo mister policeman, you can put your chalk awayI mobb back in the club, and, kick it at my tableCause, niggaz be acting stupid, and stupid shit is fatalThe homies is hella late, and now I'm startin' to thinkHomegirl that gave me the wink from earlier just bought me a drinkShe's sittin' at a stool at the other side of the barDoing tricks with her tounge and a cherry like a porno starThe club is gettin' packed and the party is jumpinAnother double shot of yak and I'm on the dancefloor bumpin'She's licking in my ear and, now I'm feeling fadedIt's 11:35 and the homies still ain't made itChorusVerse Three:Now I'm on the dance floor with baby and, shit is gettin' hecticThe big homey done erected, damn I've been affectedBy the funk in the boom and the booty in the roomThis ain't the Commodores but this Brick House got me on zoomNow I'm mackin and struttin and asking baby wassupMy name ain't Everlast, but I can still make you jumplet's, hope in the Q and go somewhere and kick it like some TrojansWe can do a little drinkin, and do a little smokingWhen all of a sudden I start sweatin', my stomach starts bubblin'I hear earl coming, I think I'm in trouble *vomit sounds*Ahh shit, I got baby on her tittiesI guess there go my chances of gettin with her kittyI turn around and stumble away and there go the homies withlong ass trenchcoats on, laughing, sippin on 40'sNow I'm in the back of my own car curled up like a punkCuz I got too high and uhh, got too drunkChorus[Big throw up S-P-L-A-S-H]SHIT!