like bass, treble, and the temp stuff Throw kick it in the back of a seventies bus With that 40-o or that straw bull Shootin' craps in the back of the liquor
's that smell down there? look in the basement Two eyes missin, next day, where your face went? With dolly parton music playin in my pickup truck My gold sandwich, a swigger liquor
when your pockets is fat It seems like all the haters and hood-rats want to attack And when the park close we hit the liquor store For a box of sitches
huh? That liquor up in your U-charged That truth come out when you drunk Your ass won't make it to see tomorrow Y'all niggas got it twisted huh? That liquor
said nigga I did the bid wit' ya Capiche, not Mona Lisa it's the big picture Six scriptures, six blickers, grip triggers, strip niggaz The Big Dipper, swig liquor
cartoon figures, it's a fact We pour out a little liquor 'cuz we lost a couple niggaz But we 'bout to get y'all back, we sat We plotted y'all demise Got a box
my victims yellin' But I can't listen to my conscience it's nonsense, if I didn't shoot I'd be the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground Fox
gocked... (chorus 2x) Verse 3: We gonna dragem once agian spinin wth full tint leave a note around his neck that reads yella revenge i cought him slippin ar the liquor
some gin for this vodka Got summertime rockin for your jeeps and trucks Big June Bug in the house, what up Got a jar full of dope and a box of blunts
the bad guy Fuck! (Hey guys, where ya headed?) Nowhere, man (Got your licence and registration?) Yeah, hold up, right here (Hey, what's in that box
and touch my kind Open up your photo album man and I bet you find Folks that passed away, potnahs that been blasted away I miss you steal some liquor
out of school but I would have left in time, With nothing but an ego and rap to get me by, I swept floors, packed orders, when poor racked from Porters, Liquor
Living in a dream they beginning to believe My hotel smell like cigarettes and weed Shit, with what I'm spitting they should give me a degree Good liquor
me This way, that way, bendin' corners tryin' to get away Sometimes you have to see a storm to appreciate a pretty day Back in the car now, headed for the liquor
the Hennessey from when his niggaz got reminded And poured out liquor in his memory, he didn't mind it But he couldn't sip it fast enough So the liquor
off a sack of chocolate tie My, my, my ho, I like to rip the shows up Smack the hoes that walk around with they nose up Run to the liquor store before
right", the boss and the hideous That tight ass bitch, Tangy ain't got nothin' on this As far as havin' me get, I spit the playa poppin' con I put that piece in the box
, nigga, big or small, ain't nothin' nice Ain't nothin' nice around here, stupid Keep playin', you won't see next year, stupid And in the van there's a box