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E-40 Tha Hall Of Game My Drinking Club Step right up! From the east to the west, from the north to the south Sign up right'ere, your scheduled membership To the drinkin club Uhh... *chorus* They got you soaked (that's right) I see your cup up (drink it to em) Let's get drunk And get my fortune out of my drinking club [e-40] E-40 in the c-l-i-c Stuck up in the house, party top celebrity Burpin and gurpin, gelchin the bourbon, lurkin around I'm seein all kinda broads, from outta town Uhh, top hots, tycoons, big cheeses Plus the perpetual jahahnjawel priestess Homies and lurkers and things like that up under the vertical shade Rovers in lamborghinis swimming pink bikinis, lingerie Tryin to knock her big ass by all bus lights on fridays If you're not a member of my drinking club, sideways What kind of motherfuckin perculatoins you niggaz got Up in the refridgerator? Who wanna join my drinkin club, sign up the legislature Might not know how to read and write but i do know how to count money You can call me lieutenant fuck a hoe but all the ruskie runny You can dip but don't screw up, speakers on sub Beat your ass, my drinking club *chorus w/ variations* 2x [young mugzi] I got you perved on some of the righteous, who's the tightest I'm down with pipes fifth and gallons of the finest nitrous Oh girl now pass the joint to the nigga big head Where i hear about your scheamin but the rotations i don't jinn Who dog sin? big fin is what i'm rollin You know how i do, i got bunny boo boo grippin and totin Fools be pimpin, we guaranteed to have you spittin Bobcat tight, while i'm pullin secure out my linen I'm nothin but a baller, alkaholic bitches pop my collar Tearin down pussy walls in your motherfuckin daughter M-o-s, s-i-e M-u-g, and k-i-v Always to' with e-4-0 Hit the air like cubes by a liquor store [e-40] Motherfuckers better know, we gets down like that Straighten up, beer mugs, my drinkin cup bitch! *chorus w/ variations* 2x So damn deep, i can't call it I guess i'm just an alkaholic Huh, dagnabbit, doggonit Ya hillside hillbilly vomit Back and forth to the bathroom constantly All the actors gather up, and watch me Get super twisted highly afflicted every day a cherry Go on my body and throw up on the bartender Pull out a wad of money, ballers up to par Treat the whole party, by buyin up the bar Sharp pain and orange juice got my moose up Stainless artichokes, tequila poppes, medusas Better prepare myself for the upset stomach, ohhh Stop by the m.p. on the way home and pick up a bottle of pepto-bismol Step right up now last call for alcohol Get your hurricane gorilla member here ya monsters That's right, cause when we and my motherfuckin entourage Get together and we come back from a motherfuckin concert And the afterpaty jumpin off, i wanna see id's, we got video cameras We checkin all you bastards under 21 or under 18 or whatever however Ya understand that? you better have your membership card If you wanna come join my motherfuckin drinkin club, understand that bitch? A: it's the drinkin club, we gets to' back main Once you drink with us, you won't be the same The drinkin club, we can't slow down main We're gonna drink you all, we got a monster pit That's right B: i wanna get high, i wanna get loaded And tuck, throw up, and drink again Repeat a, first line of b, then chorus 5x (e-40 talking throughout) |
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