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