Drinking down and standing back up, It falls into the sequence, She took me from pool hall to party to party, Clear thinking would not have made a difference
This DJ Khaled, We The Best Ayo Game. Red Nation [Chorus] All I know is bottles and rockin' J's Bottles and rockin' J's Bottles and rockin' J's Bottles and rockin' J
dang dang dogg pound gangsta crip gang Yeah we do the damn thang Home of coroners, scoop, buck, cocaine Head to the church house to get a little workout Smoke out, drink
but you can't have it tonight we going in, the same thing tomorrow and we gon leave em talkin bout YESTERDAY! (VERSE 2 - RAY J) Ere sunday I'm at church
Drinking warm beer in soft summer rain The rat pulls into town, rolls up his pants Together they take a stab at romance and disappear Down Flamingo lane
dogg pound gangsta crip gang Yeah we do the damn thang Home of coroners, scoop, buck, cocaine Head to the church house to get a little workout Smoke out, drink
Woke Up This Morning 5:14 Trk 3 A3 Vocals: The Very Rev. Dr. D. Wayne Love (Jake Black) First Minister of The Church of Presleyterian The Divine
Intro: Xzibit, [J-Ro] I really wish I could you know at twenty-one youknowhatI'msayin',he he, yo yo [I'ma tell you exactly why I do the things I do
in some DOORS? Santa, SANTA CLAUS!...Ho Ho Ho everybody's Jolly Oh, you mean the motherfucker who be ringing the bell down in front of Churches' Chicken
And tell me i'm above They take me down again This is my medicine I cut the head off the devil and I throw it at you! [Violent J:] I take so many
{J.G. Thirwell) The SNOT-GREEN sea - the SCROTUM-TIGHTENING sea Cast thine bread upon the water - the SALTY water of the BRINY DEEP Eternal backstroke
, dang, dang, dogg pound gangsta crip gang Yeah, we do the damn thang Home of coroners, scoop, buck, cocaine Head to the church house to get a little workout Smoke out, drink
up in church clothes You took the shot, that brought the black hoe And that's cold, but that's the motherfuckin' thing Respect the Mob and Little J and
better than one- you know that three is a cord Let's get together and rally around the things of the Lord Monday, Tuesday- after leaving the doors Of the church house- when church
fucka, heeh (Hehehehe) I'm a bad mutha fucka (I'M A BAD MUTHA FUCKA! Hehehe) I can polish off a bottle In the blink of an eye I can drink all night
was Nothin' but love from my thugs Get your paper cause We laugh and drink when we rich, black and know this spore Nigga this Rap-A-Lot Mafia [J Prince
let's go down [J-Black] Am I the worst? Because I, never go to church (never) I run a red light then sideswipe a hearse I'ma drink 'til my liver rot,
