My friend yousta be thin   He's get all the women   We'd go kick it at the bar   But his drinkin' went too far   He could see over his belt   The brotha was slim and svelte   But the gut snuck up while he wasn't lookin'   And the beer stood firm within      Beergut - gettin' in the way of things   Beergut - no longer can he see his nuts   Beergut - he will keep drinkin' till he throws up      He's got the dunlap disease   His gut is troubled trapped   When his gut lap over his belt buckle   When he chuckle it pinch the belt buckle   My hommie's arms and legs are thin   His gut is filled with heineken   40 ounce chug-a-lugs of old english saint ides budweiser      Beergut - gettin' in the way of things   Beergut - no longer can he see his nuts   Beergut - he will keep drinkin' till he throws up      Then we leave from the bar   We go to the homestead   Get a six pack and turn on the tv   Roll a joint and toke it to the head   Then when the munchies take over   We will raid the convenience store   Grubbin' and scarfin' and fucked up   And the beergut grows some more      Beergut - gettin' in the way of things   Beergut - no longer can he see his nuts   Beergut - he will keep drinkin' till he throws up