Kinda High Kinda Drunk

Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk<br>Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball<br><br>Chorus: repeat 4X<br><br>Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk<br>Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball<br><br>Verse One:<br><br>I`m sittin` at the bar with a hundred dollar bill<br>The homies is runnin` late so I got some time to kill<br>I`m peepin` out this freak in the booth in the corner<br>I think I seen her rollin a Noble, nosin under and moanin<br>Two hookers walked in and they was lookin` for a vic<br>But they, kept on passin` me by coz they can recognize a trick<br>Twenty minutes later and two double shots of yak<br>I take a look up at the clock, now where the FUCK the homies at<br>I feel my pagers on my hipbone, who could it be<br>Cuz I done talked to everybody that I was `sposed to see<br>Hahaa! Now I know, the story is told<br>And I don`t even call `em back cuz they don`t know the homie cold<br>I recieved a page my niggers from the phone in the back <br>I got a wink from a fine ass sista dressed in black<br>Another double shout of yak and now the room is spinnin`<br>But that`s only the beginning, god damn!<br> <br>Chorus<br><br>Verse Two:<br><br>I take a walk out to the front to get myself some air and <br>see if I see the homies, but they still ain`t there<br>There`s a fool outside drunk and he want to get into it<br>I was strapped I coulda killed him, but I didn`t do it<br>I opted for the walk-away, watch the busta talk away<br>So mister policeman, you can put your chalk away<br>I mobb back in the club, and, kick it at my table<br>Cause, niggaz be acting stupid, and stupid shit is fatal<br>The homies is hella late, and now I`m startin` to think<br>Homegirl that gave me the wink from earlier just bought me a drink<br>She`s sittin` at a stool at the other side of the bar<br>Doing tricks with her tounge and a cherry like a porno star <br>The club is gettin` packed and the party is jumpin<br>Another double shot of yak and I`m on the dancefloor bumpin`<br>She`s licking in my ear and, now I`m feeling faded<br>It`s 11:35 and the homies still ain`t made it<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Verse Three:<br><br>Now I`m on the dance floor with baby and, shit is gettin` hectic<br>The big homey done erected, damn I`ve been affected<br>By the funk in the boom and the booty in the room<br>This ain`t the Commodores but this Brick House got me on zoom<br>Now I`m mackin and struttin and asking baby wassup<br>My name ain`t Everlast, but I can still make you jump<br>let`s, hope in the Q and go somewhere and kick it like some Trojans<br>We can do a little drinkin, and do a little smoking <br>When all of a sudden I start sweatin`, my stomach starts bubblin`<br>I hear earl coming, I think I`m in trouble *vomit sounds*<br>Ahh shit, I got baby on her titties<br>I guess there go my chances of gettin with her kitty<br>I turn around and stumble away and there go the homies with<br>long ass trenchcoats on, laughing, sippin on 40`s<br>Now I`m in the back of my own car curled up like a punk <br>Cuz I got too high and uhh, got too drunk<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[Big throw up S-P-L-A-S-H]<br>SHIT!