Chung-a-lung Lyrics - Pastor Troy

[Pastor Troy talking} 

Pastor, disaster 

I'm just laying down my bass shit 

You know my bass my bass one 

Y'all God damn (well UN-huh nigga) 

Crank that bitch off the chain 

Yeah, ya'll niggas know what time it is 

PT in the house (nigga) 

A yo and this is for everybody bustin' bottles 

Give me a P, give me an A, give me a S, give me a T 

Give me a P, give me a T 

[Verse 1] 

Hold up, wait a minute 

Let PT, with gangsta in it 

Fin'sta win it 

I'm talkin' 'bout the trophy 

Got me chillin' with this bitch name Sophie 

She say she know me from one night in the Vail 

Then say I was smokin', tellin' her to inhale it 

Now that sounds like me 

The mutha fuckin' Pastor nigga the ole G 

DSGB tat' across my chest 

And hell yeah nigga I put that shit in my flesh 

The be for best, but these bustas just keep on poppin' 

Know when they play my shit the club rockin' 

You niggas watchin' 

My thirty-two is in 'tact 

Got that tuck between my dick and nut sack 

I bet security didn't keep steppin' 

I'm on the dance floe' wit' my weapon 

Chug-A-Lug 

(Chorus 2x) 

When I step off in the club we Chug-A-Lug 

When I step off in the club we Chug-A-Lug 

I'mma role up wit' these thugs that Chug-A-Lug 

Puts a back in that mug we Chug-A-Lug 

[Verse 2] 

Nigga, yeah (yeah) 

Ever seen a remmy bottle this big? 

Just an imagine how it gone feel against ya' wig 

?? pussy ass nigga, my nig' 

Take another swig 

Throw up my set 

Dog tags hanging like a Vietnam vet' 

Some bitches sweat 

And some niggas looking dirty 

Mad wit' me 'cause they in the club thirsty 

I'm talkin' 'bout tongue hanging down to they throat 

Broke ass nigga talkin' 'bout they saleing dope 

Look hea' folk, let us leave the bar 

If you ain't got no money, then take ya' ass to ya' car 

Ya' dealing' with a star 

Far from sulfa 

Ya' catch me in a Benz or the Rover, it's ova 

I buss a mutha fuckin bottle wit' my 'cause' 

Toast each other and Chug-A-Lug