| Lyrics: | *(Numskull talking)*
Like they always say, what's good fo Num, is always good fo Yuk. Let's
get high.
*(Christion)*
20 blunts, a day,
Hin, an ala-zae.
20 blunts,
a day,
Hin, an ala-zae.
*(Christion, Numskull,
Yukmouth)*
One,(echos),(Drink-A-Lot.... all
day)
Two,(echos)
Five,(echos),(Smoke-A-Lot.... all day)
Twenty,(echos)
Verse 1
*(Numskull)*
You know what I came to do,
came to drink wit a gold face same as
you,
drop a fifty on the bar,
for a fifth of Hindu,
got freaks wit me gotta get gin
too,
I know hoes think the same as me,
cuz they came to the club lookin like freak
nasty,
pullin niggaz on the floor,
dance nasty as you wanna,
rub-a-dub-dub,
lap
dance in the corner,
same ol shit,
same ol hits,
same ol click,
same ol
dick,
bitch don't look in my eyes,
cuz I ain't payin,
ya shoulda known pimpy-doo niggaz
ain't playin,
juss pull down yo drawls so a nigga can see,
cuz I doubt that the pussy is
fuckin wit me,
pop a coochie to the back,
pop a coochie to the front,
but damn, open yo
thighs pick up my nigga BLUNT,
what ya really want,
what ya really need,
pop the breaks
on that shit an lets get keyed,
girl I always pictured you in neon lights,
big 44 double
D's,
what a sight,
you an me both we can get respect,
two triple shots of hin an we'll
be on deck,
you my type,
you ol hoe,
you my type,
you know.
Chorus
*(Christion)*
Hin, an ala-zae, I'm feelin like I wanna hurl.
Hin, an ala-zae, I think
I'm gonna leave this world.
Hin, an ala-zae, I been drink-a-lot all day,
Hin, an ala-zae,
that's why I'm lookin this way |
