I Was Drunk When I Wrote This lyrics

by

Curtis Mayfield


[Intro]
Passion

[Chorus]
What n*gga, what
I don't give a f*ck
Runnin' 'round the club
Liquor spillin' out my cup
So what, yeah, I'm drunk
Pocket full of humps
Any n*gga front, we gonna tear the f*cker up
What n*gga, what
I don't give a f*ck
Stumblin' in the club
Liquor spillin' out my cup
So what, yeah, I'm drunk
Pocket full of humps
Any n*gga front, we gonna tear the f*cker up

[Verse 1]
Shout my n*gga 2Pac
Cause I know he down to die for me
Shout my n*gga Heron
I know he'll let it fly for me
Shout my n*gga Goldie Glo
I know he'd catch a body for me
1.6 from ?
I ain't got f*ckin' worries
I send them n*ggas to the cemetery
I made sure them n*ggas buried
I made sure them n*ggas killed
Sweep 'em all quick, in a hurry
Move coke with no inventory
Made sure that my n*ggas eatin'
Them was starvin', them was schemin'
?
That's Louis sheets that b*tch is sleepin' in
That fabric gone, well, that been satin
Satin drawers like I'm a faggot
Attract these hoes just like a magnet
ABCs with my drawers saggin'
f*ck laws in that Benz wagon
?
You bullsh*ttin', man
f*ck the hassle
We gettin' money, yeah, all dazzle
Where the threesome with Latin hoes
Bossed up like Mac A Zoe
You toss off, that Mac'll blow
My stunt on accident
n*gga, f*ck you rappin' for
You sound just like me
Plus, you look just like me, n*gga
[Chorus]
What n*gga, what
I don't give a f*ck
Runnin' 'round the club
Liquor spillin' out my cup
So what, yeah, I'm drunk
Pocket full of humps
Any n*gga front, we gonna tear the f*cker up
What n*gga, what
I don't give a f*ck
Stumblin' in the club
Liquor spillin' out my cup
So what, yeah, I'm drunk
Pocket full of humps
Any n*gga front, we gonna tear the f*cker up

[Bridge]
You're gettin' money, right

[Verse 2]
You're gettin' money, right
Well tell these b*tches, get up off your di*k
I got visions, clockin' digits
With my n*ggas, man, that shift
I'm on some other sh*t
f*ck the government
Barack can suck a di*k
Free my n*gga Los
Man, that sh*t be false imprisonment
Teardrop, hopscotch
Duckin' acid raindrops
Liquor make my brain pop
Molly make my brain pop
Dinosaur, with the the-
Saurus say for answers
Acknowledgement, where the door
Say, God, need some answers
Faded, my belief in God
Sometimes I believe in God
Even when the evens odd
Damn, this life can be so hard
Dollars cure my bleeding heart
I wrote this song to free my thoughts
Popped the cork and let it pour
Now pour that sh*t in my cup
[Chorus]
What n*gga, what
I don't give a f*ck
Runnin' 'round the club
Liquor spillin' out my cup
So what, yeah, I'm drunk
Pocket full of humps
Any n*gga front, we gonna tear the f*cker up
What n*gga, what
I don't give a f*ck
Stumblin' in the club
Liquor spillin' out my cup
So what, yeah, I'm drunk
Pocket full of humps
Any n*gga front, we gonna tear the f*cker up
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