Only When I'm Drunk

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 talking 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 rationalize, 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] 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 Sip a Colt for the fever when I'm coolin' with my people Got hoes in East Columbus like I'm Billy Dee Winkle Cause I move like, I'm smooth like I'm Harry Belafonte Lookin for them niggas 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 [Verse Two cont.: 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't have 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 gotta 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-oh's All the hoes knows them Alkaholik bros Niggas 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 MCs will always live in my memories We used to rock shows, we used to rock hoes And drink forty-oh'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 li'l somethin', to pump up the thinkin' [Outro: J-Ro] Beer run! Ante up nigga Ha ha, put the money in the hat