Only When I’m Drunk lyrics

[Intro: Tash, speaking to J-Ro]
Yo whassup man, get up man (*urrp* I can't bust man)
Get up n*gga, bust (I'm f*cked)
Get up you gotta do your verse n*gga
(Aight I'll try it) Get up n*gga!

[Verse One: J-Ro]
I get drunk and I stumble to the phone
And conjure up a b*tch to bone when I'm alone
OHh sh*t, tow back, I need to take a p*ss
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' sh*t
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 up
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 n*gga, Tash
[Verse Two: Tash & E-Swift]
It goes one for the chronic, two for the amnesia
It's the pimp-slap n*ggy 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 carjacker
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 n*ggas that jumped my homey Dante
All up in this b*tch 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 sh*t
Got damn I gotta p*ss 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'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 f*ck was I tryin to prove?
I get a rep for downin' four-oh's
All the hoes knows them Alkaholik bros
n*ggas call me dad I got a fifth in the trunk
Might f*ck an ugly b*tch 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 n*gga
Ha ha, put the money in the hat