Drink Irish

[Produced by Apollo Brown] [Intro: Richard Pryor] Some fuckin' is good for you, though, Jack. Gettin' some pussy beats havin' a war. I ain't lyin', cummin' is a lot of fun [Hook 1] Drink Irish, smoke Jamaican Fuck Brazilian model chicks on vacation Shag hot Swedish girls on holiday That's the American way [Verse 1: Slaine] You ain't in, early sobriety, girlie don't lie to me I dirty your diary, your eyes all perverted and fiery Her in the lobby, slurrin' and probably higher than I be Dawg you're connivin', fast livin', how we're survivin' Obvious I've been, brought up, caught up in violence Psychotic, narcotic, hot white product environments Sirens in bunches comin' to stop the bullets and punches Streets is bloodthirsty, obnoxious, full of [?] Runnin' 'em up, shitfaced, with her in the truck Cuttin' it off, I'm grabbin' on her cunt and her muff She wanted it rough Told me that she liked to be choked And get her hair pulled, I don't know, it might be the coke But I'm a weirdo, kept her till the night could be broke Drop her off, polish off a pint and light me a smoke I don't need to be fixed cause I ain't actually broke And at 7:58 I'm waitin' the Paki to open [Hook 1] [Hook 2] Drink Irish, smoke Jamaican Fuck a bad Canadian on vacation Bag a Japanese girl on holiday No work and all play [Verse 2: Sick Jacken] Drink Irish when there's no Tennessee I wanna dick her down, one pint Hennessy I know you've got Antonio mad, just don't let me see Give me a jager without the bomb, no energy Guzzle like a V-12, there's no end to me Got it goin' on, I'm the envy of my enemy This ain't no trust fund money, work carefully Everything I have I obtained independently The sickest man alive needs therapy ATM account, no crutch, no parakeet Do it all tonight, tomorrow's not guaranteed Freeloaders fillin' up their cup where the [?] be They got 5 on it, but drink 20 worth Gentlemen jacks G, go ahead and serve Let me get my purp, swerve, look for a miniskirt Find a little bunny, let's see if the Henny work [Hook 1] + [Hook 2] [Verse 3: Ras Kass] Jameson, breakfast of Champions They love American, black, worldwide for rappin', son I'm on spring break in summer time Get to your girl's bottom like an underline Goodbye bitches, good night bitches Left stroke def with a mean right, bitches Done 'em right, bitches, kegel all day And keep it tight, bitches, even you dyke bitches We doin' keg stands in the Netherlands She blowin' me backstage and I just met her, man And never took it out her mouth at all Blame it on the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-alcohol and molly Prolly roll a couple spliffs then afterparty Then after hours, then R. Kelly time That's golden showers, and she off the powder My Aston Martin is like Austin Powers [Hook 1] + [Hook 2] [Verse 4: Sean Price] P! Drink Irish, sniff Dominican Kill your whole family, tree branch Levitican Dope comes three times, where the fuck is my dividends? Simple rhymes from Sean but Sean ain't no simpleton Medicated master, dedicated rapper School of hard knocks, ock the educated rapper Street smart on MLK Boulevard Entourage packin' a gun, my son camouflaged African ape, Jack Johnson, King Kong Slapped to your face, Charles Bronson the big [?] Gunned up already, thumbs up, Fonzarelli Smacked over stupid shit cause Sean petty Type to get your shit split in the club And then have a peace treaty, nip the shit in the bud You let shit pass, nigga Fuck out my face, you bitch ass nigga, P