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Ese 40'Z
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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) Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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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