Kinda High Kinda Drunk Lyrics

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Kinda High Kinda Drunk Lyrics

Artist Coolio

Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk Beer drinkin beer beer drinkin eight ball

Chorus: repeat 4X Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk Beer drinkin beer beer

drinkin eight ball Verse One: I am sittin' at the bar with a hundred dollar bill

The homies is runnin' late so I got some time to kill I am peepin' out this

freak in the booth in the corner I think I seen her rollin a Noble nosin under

and moanin Two hookers walked in and they was lookin' for a vic But they, kept

on passin' me by coz they can recognize a trick Twenty minutes later and two

double shots of yak I take a look up at the clock, now where the FUCK the homies

at I feel my pagers on my hipbone, who could it be Cuz I done talked to

everybody that I was 'sposed to see Hahaa! Now I know, the story is told And I

don't even call 'em back cuz they don't know the homie cold I recieved a page my

niggers from the phone in the back I got a wink from a fine ass sista dressed in

black Another double shout of yak and now the room is spinnin' But that's only

the beginning, god damn! Chorus Verse Two: I take a walk out to the front to get

myself some air and see if I see the homies, but they still ain't there There's

a fool outside drunk and he want to get into it I was strapped I coulda killed

him, but I didn't do it I opted for the walk-away, watch the busta talk away So

mister policeman, you can put your chalk away I mobb back in the club, and, kick

it at my table Cause, niggaz be acting stupid, and stupid shit is fatal The

homies is hella late, and now I am startin' to think Homegirl that gave me the

wink from earlier just bought me a drink She's sittin' at a stool at the other

side of the bar Doing tricks with her tounge and a cherry like a porno star The

club is gettin' packed and the party is jumpin Another double shot of yak and I

am on the dancefloor bumpin' She's licking in my ear and, now I am feeling faded

It's 11:35 and the homies still ain't made it Chorus Verse Three: Now I am on

the dance floor with baby and, shit is gettin' hectic The big homey done

erected, damn I've been affected By the funk in the boom and the booty in the

room This ain't the Commodores but this Brick House got me on zoom Now I am

mackin and struttin and asking baby wassup My name ain't Everlast, but I can

still make you jump let's, hope in the Q and go somewhere and kick it like some

Trojans We can do a little drinkin, and do a little smoking When all of a sudden

I start sweatin', my stomach starts bubblin' I hear earl coming, I think I am in

trouble *vomit sounds* Ahh shit, I got baby on her titties I guess there go my

chances of gettin with her kitty I turn around and stumble away and there go the

homies with long ass trenchcoats on, laughing, sippin on 40's Now I am in the

back of my own car curled up like a punk Cuz I got too high and uhh, got too

drunk Chorus [Big throw up S-P-L-A-S-H] SHIT!

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