Intro: Tash, speaking to J-Ro       Yo whassup man, get up man [*urrp* I can't bust man]    Get up nigga, bust [I'm fucked]    Get up you gotta do your verse nigga    [Aight I'll try it] Get up nigga!       Verse One: J-Ro       I get drunk and I stumble to the phone    And conjure up a bitch to bone when I'm alone    OHh shit, tow back, I need to take a piss    Only when I'm drunk I sing a song like this    My grandma and your grandma *urrp*    Sittin by the fire    Hold on, turn the beat off [nah, keep it goin    J-Ro can you make it?] I'm just not knowin    I get drunk and start talkin mo' shit    And when I got a gun in my hand you better get, out    Cause my brain just ain't what it used to be    Forget tryin to raionalize, cover your eyes    Ah d-*urrp*, damn I'm drunk    I need a chunk, no better yet a hunk of that funk    When I get drunk I might act uncouth    But when I get drunk I always tell the truth    Yeah I'm good, I'm bad, I'm dope, I'm freaky fresh    I make hip-hop fans say yes yes    The Liks comin through, you know we gonna blow upop    Hold up, hold up, I think I gotta...    *urrrrrrp* Damn, false alarm    Gettin all the ladies with my cool charm    When I get drunk I might even call my daddy a punk    Yeah, but only when I'm dr-*urp* drunk       Yeah, let me pass the forty, to my nigga, Tash       Verse Two: Tash, E-Swift       It goes one for the chronic, two for the amnesia    It's the pimp-slap niggy with drinks in the freezer    Bust the one out, two out, [flips] type of rapper    That'd get you our your seat quicker than a car jacker    Slip a Colt for the fever when I'm coolin with my people    Got hoes in East Columus like I'm BIlly Dee Wrinkle    Cause I move like, I'm smooth like I'm Harry Belafonte    Lookin for them niggaz that jumped my homey Dante    All up in this bitch with the gin and Tanqueray    Drink like Mr. Wendal smoke bud like Dr. Dre    But that's cause I'm old enough to do that type of shit    Got damn I gotta piss I pass the mic to E-Swift       Yeah, I get drunk and can't nobody whoop me    I'm trippin, must be the brew that I was sippin    Kickin in, guess I shouldn'ta mixed it with the gin    Cause when I'm layin on my back I can feel the room spin    One too many, I reckon    Feelin I got ta earl, any second    Wanna get up but can't move, feels like I'm stuck in the groove    What the fuck was I tryin to prove?    I get a rep for downin four-o's    All the hoes knows them Alkaholik bros    Niggaz call me dad I got a fifth in the trunk    Might fuck an ugly bitch but only when I'm drunk       Verse Three: J-Ro       Aight, think I'm feelin a little better    Ready to bust this, like this    And ya don't miss, check it out       I get drunk and start thinkin bout my friends    that passed on with every forty ounce the memory will last on    Black Man Muzzle, Mike Lee and Suavey D    The three MC's will always live in my memories    We used to rock shows, we used to rock hoes    And drink forty-o's, and wear the same clothes    Damn I wish we could go through it again    But I know one day we gonna do it again    And when that day comes it's gonna be live    But I ain't in no hurry so I don't drink and drive    The ALkaholiks we gets funky when we drinkin    Just a lil sumthin, to pump up the thinkin       Outro: J-Ro       Beer run! Ante up nigga    Ha ha, put the money in the hat