Текст Afroman – Beer Bottle Up

Laughing
Yeah,
Comeon Homeboy, Turn it up
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Buch-ach

Afroman, Double H, Double C
Double OG, Checking in the double tree

Colt 45, No Bubbley
Cops give me trouble, but they still don’t trouble me
Hit the lights, read my rights
Fly somewhere, anywhere, anywhere, I really don’t care
Run up in the club, grab me a woman (Oh)
Waitress keep them drinks ‘a coming (burp)
Hah, easy come easy go, fuck what you talking bout?
I don’t know, Shutup bitch, I’m in my own zone
Turn the music up, and leave me alone
Put your hands up if you’re with me (ooh)
Tell the bartender, ‘a hit me (Buch-ach!)

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Take shots to the head, pick em up, put em down (uh)
You know tomorrow morning, your head’s gonna pound (Oh)
But tonight, since you don’t care, put your beer bottle in the air

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The hungry hustler, Afroman, That fool Raule
Fatso and Matt Payne, Drinking brew
Drinking brew, taking blunts to the brain
Palms in the air, cause it’s a Palmdale thang
Everybody in the crowd, put your beer in the air (uh)
If you’re real short, stand up in a chair (uh)
If you ain’t quite, fucked up yet, smoke you a newport cigarette

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Take shots to the head, pick em up, put em down (uh)
You know tomorrow morning, your head’s gonna pound (Oh)
But tonight, since you don’t care, put your beer bottle in the air

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Throw it in the trash, drop it on the ground
Stagger to the bar, get another round
If you got alot of money, than share
I’m sure another alcoholic will care
Smoke a sweet, to the beat, if it’s good
Put it on the beat, gotta have alot fun before you get too old
Lock the door, to your room, drown everybody out with the boom
Stereo blasting loud as hell, cellphone calls go to your voicemail
Take a little time out for yourself
Cause Afroman is good for your health

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Take shots to the head, pick em up, put em down (uh)
You know tomorrow morning, your head’s gonna pound (Oh)
But tonight, since you don’t care, put your beer bottle in the air

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