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Bud N Brew
That's what's up... Cuarentas on this shit
Bud N Brew mothafuckas
You know how we do....
Straight out that Txtown
'This for all my alcoholics, budsmokers
Ha, shit, it goes like this....'
(Ese 40'z Verse One)
I got a mothafuckin passion foo
I love to drink a lot and smoke up too
I hit on blunts while I'm slammin fifths
down a thirty pack then tap a bitch
now that's the shit
I'm creepin through the land with the plan
smoking on the cannabis
south side Txtown bout a catch a mothafuckin case
now can yall handle this they scandalous
putos getting lit like candle sticks
life is just a gamble bitch confusion on the scramble switch
commando trips
I'm just a loko blowin green up on the scene like everyday
I'm staying high and burn that jane
we got that flame to keep you blazed
in that Artesia reppin nuevo on the level of insanity
more evil then the Amity Villain Psycho Sickness
can it be?
that I'm an alcoholic drinking days on end 'The Iron Liver'
blazin blunts and staying drunk I'll drink a lake I'll drink a river
I need my brew I need my potion
add it up I drank an ocean
down the street yeah I'm just floatin
light a sweet and hit slow motion
cuz I stay lost in my town and drownin clownin
off the fuckin liquor that this homie be downin
slurred speech blurred streets superb beats
this for all my slurred peeps hit the curb and swerve deep
I'm on the creep 'hah what!!' Txtown when we roll
neva sleep nah but beat down on the flow
cuz I love to drink let's make it clear the Grey Goose on the vodka tip
and lemon salt up in my beer you know we drink a lot a shit
I love to smoke the kill for sho blueberry smoke and trainwreck
my life is blowed cuz I stay thowed overwork and make my brain sweat
(Damn I must be high foo)
(Ese 40'z - Verse Two)
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I got a drinkin problem did I mention
but I don't need no help or intervention
I just kick it with my bud and brew
and some hoodrats and some trouble too
I'm troubled foo
but I just smoke away all my stress
flamin the jane up in my chest
drinkin my pain up fuck depressed
puttin some ink up in my flesh
livin my life alcohol infused THC straight passin through
my brain cells, but it's nothing new
I love this shit it's fuckin true
it's my escape from all the stressin
huggin on a Smith and Wesson
bound to leave a bad impression
fuck an enemies aggression
poppin off some hot ass slugs
them lucky hoes they gettin plugged
gonna go and smoke some drugs
run the streets with wicked thugs
I think of life and all its meaning
sometimes it's just like I'm dreaming
makin plans and plottin scheming exercising all my demons
cuz in a life of mystery of bad luck times and misery
my evil thoughts they creep with me
they roam my mind and sleep with me
but the bud and brew relieves the strain
mix it all with a ball of kane
now I'm missin all my brain it's all a high it's all a game
cuz I'm a lonely soldier drink in my hand
with a bottle or a can creepin through the desert land
I'm a faded high mothafuckin rollin stone
dedicated till I die until the graveyard is my home
I got another life of stayin faded chillin with the homies
married to the ghetto streets so I could never be all lonely
I'm on a mission uhh saying fuck whatchu heard
don't wanna listen huh drinkin pisto on the curb
(Outro Verse)
I got a mothafuckin passion foo
I love to drink a lot and smoke up too
I hit on blunts while I'm slammin fifths
down a thirty pack then tap a bitch
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