Drunken Style - Brotha Lynch Hung Lyrics - Brotha Lynch Hung

Drunken style nigga ... drunk style 

Give me yo clothes, give me your gold 

Give me all the money you owe right now 

[Brother Lynch] 

Don't like to thank so I drank heavy 

Dump slugs out the Chevy, livin armed and deadly 

I'm takin chunks from punks who want funk 

Treat em like 15's put em in the trunk 

I split his splines makin sure all my shits clean 

Than seem like a wolverine with a gleam and a scheme gangsta ling 

Out the window hit yo block corner everybody better duck 

Runnin tires like the Daytona tuck you up it ain't nuttin 

Pushin buttons, warn smokin them bustas 

... See I was just a baby when I first got Sicc 

Hit the bracin lacin alchohol, I'm bout to feel they walls with syphilis dicks 

Just get my kicks, tricks get chopped up like a cold cut 

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Heat em up, flops get rocked up like that coke stuff 

I ain't no jokester, prankster, real gangster 

Shit from that nigga that brought you the Season of the Sicc 

Admit that was my tightest shit besides this 

Don't get me wrong every song is a hit 

Guess who made this? 

Funk baid away you suckers ain't payin right 

You stayin tight, coolin up in zip locks every night 

And my mama never fed me right 

We was broke so - Oh he know me I ain't no mutha fuckin chump 

When it come to rippin up shit, zip locks, body bag, toe tags 

I leave yo t-shirt sweaty any place, any time you ready 

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Drunken style nigga 

So give me you clothes, give me yo gold 

Give me all the money you owe right now [x4] 

Comin soon you wann hear more buy my shit,