I Was Drunk When I Wrote This - Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire

What nigga, what

I don’t give a fuck

Runnin' 'round the club

Liquor spillin' out my cup

So what, yeah, I’m drunk

Pocket full of humps

Any nigga front, we gonna tear the fucker up

What nigga, what

I don’t give a fuck

Stumblin' in the club

Liquor spillin' out my cup

So what, yeah, I’m drunk

Pocket full of humps

Any nigga front, we gonna tear the fucker up

Shout my nigga 2Pac

Cause I know he down to die for me

Shout my nigga Heron

I know he’ll let it fly for me

Shout my nigga Goldie Glo

I know he’d catch a body for me

1.6 from?

I ain’t got fuckin' worries

I send them niggas to the cemetery

I made sure them niggas buried

I made sure them niggas killed

Sweep 'em all quick, in a hurry

Move coke with no inventory

Made sure that my niggas eatin'

Them was starvin', them was schemin'

That’s Louis sheets that bitch 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'

Fuck laws in that Benz wagon

You bullshittin', man

Fuck 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

Nigga, fuck you rappin' for

You sound just like me

Plus, you look just like me, nigga

What nigga, what

I don’t give a fuck

Runnin' 'round the club

Liquor spillin' out my cup

So what, yeah, I’m drunk

Pocket full of humps

Any nigga front, we gonna tear the fucker up

What nigga, what

I don’t give a fuck

Stumblin' in the club

Liquor spillin' out my cup

So what, yeah, I’m drunk

Pocket full of humps

Any nigga front, we gonna tear the fucker up

You’re gettin' money, right

You’re gettin' money, right

Well tell these bitches, get up off your dick

I got visions, clockin' digits

With my niggas, man, that shift

I’m on some other shit

Fuck the government

Barack can suck a dick

Free my nigga Los

Man, that shit 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 shit in my cup

What nigga, what

I don’t give a fuck

Runnin' 'round the club

Liquor spillin' out my cup

So what, yeah, I’m drunk

Pocket full of humps

Any nigga front, we gonna tear the fucker up

What nigga, what

I don’t give a fuck

Stumblin' in the club

Liquor spillin' out my cup

So what, yeah, I’m drunk

Pocket full of humps

Any nigga front, we gonna tear the fucker up