8-1-6 Boyz
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Ain't we sick boy
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[Verse 1 - Krizz Kaliko]
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Kali Baby¡¦Get ¡®em daddy
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I came here pretty big night
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I can¡¯t remember it
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I¡¯m drunk my breath is all one
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I might need a dinner mint
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A couple of strong ones and then a couple of shots
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I¡¯m getting all one, ok
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I never take the wrong one can make anything I can pull
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I¡¯ll take a tall one, Ok
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Make my drink too big to hold and make it pretty cold and
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I¡¯m too drunk to even speak nigga ass is pretty show'd
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If I could just be off my seat and I getting mold
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And drink you under the table I'm talkin bout
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[Hook:]
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Lets get Throw'd
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Pop-a-pop-a-pop-a sip hit the floor
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Ima turn it up and make it gold
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Go many, go many, go many, go many
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Lets get Throw'd
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Ima have a heart attack [x8]
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Makzilla¡¦Talk to ¡®em
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[Verse 2 - Makzilla]
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I¡¯m Desi den sober sin
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Fellas leavin' cups of lean
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Celebratin' soups of through cups of lou
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I¡¯ll scream saloub
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Whatcha waitin' on? Get your drink on
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Everyone in 816 knows not into a friend
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Of a ten of a ten of a ten so unattractive
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My crew consist of 816as who take that slang
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And add some liquor make her chug-a-lug
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Till she starts to hiccup a thing for good
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A think clone tatted up real thick and wild so
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Lets make like a realas burnt thing zillas
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Lets get
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[Hook]
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Kutt Kalhoun soo woo¡¦Kutty Go ahead
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[Verse 3 - Kutt Kalhoun]
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YEAH¡¦BLACK GOLD sick'em
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Kutt the room bottle service
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Mister melvadear I'm the worst
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When it comes to touchin' my lips with liquor
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I do to fifths what I do to verses, Kill them
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Nigga might lose his shirt, ¡®cause I'm too beserk when I'm jagar bombin'
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I feel it, right up your hoochies skirt cause this erk the jerk is
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My fame, my mind, and I drop my draws and get naked
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Just my hat and tat to my necklace
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Soft as molly what you expected drunk like 40 bins and I'm wreckless
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If you born to party I¡¯m the wildest one in my clique when it comes to drinkin¡¯ man
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It's breaking news when I¡¯m pervy call me Ron Burgundy cause I¡¯m the anchorman
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[Verse 4 - Tech N9ne]
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4 hoursemen I'm drinkin (whats that?)
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Jack Daniels (yeah?), Johnnie Walker(yeah?), Jim Beam (what?)
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Jose Cuervo (huh?!), throwin ups what I'm thinkin! At about 7 of those
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Level a bro, wakin up sick is inevitable, head on the flo where it keep me!
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That'll get me throwin up that neeses, or a beef on bun on bread with a B.B.!
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I get so throw'd I mess around and wake up off in Mexico!
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So drunk that the killa cartel put the chainsaw down then accept a bro!
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So drunk on a hella late night I stumbled into Texaco! Askin for lexapro!
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Come on!
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[Hook]
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LETS GET THROWED!
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Get Throw'd
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| Krizz Kaliko |
