Текст (слова) песни: Coolio - Kinda High Kinda Drunk

Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball

Chorus: repeat 4X

Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball

Verse One:

I`m sittin` at the bar with a hundred dollar bill
The homies is runnin` late so I got some time to kill
I`m peepin` out this freak in the booth in the corner
I think I seen her rollin a Noble, nosin under and moanin
Two hookers walked in and they was lookin` for a vic
But they, kept on passin` me by coz they can recognize a trick
Twenty minutes later and two double shots of yak
I take a look up at the clock, now where the FUCK the homies at
I feel my pagers on my hipbone, who could it be
Cuz I done talked to everybody that I was `sposed to see
Hahaa! Now I know, the story is told
And I don`t even call `em back cuz they don`t know the homie cold
I recieved a page my niggers from the phone in the back
I got a wink from a fine ass sista dressed in black
Another double shout of yak and now the room is spinnin`
But that`s only the beginning, god damn!

Chorus

Verse Two:

I take a walk out to the front to get myself some air and
see if I see the homies, but they still ain`t there
There`s a fool outside drunk and he want to get into it
I was strapped I coulda killed him, but I didn`t do it
I opted for the walk-away, watch the busta talk away
So mister policeman, you can put your chalk away
I mobb back in the club, and, kick it at my table
Cause, niggaz be acting stupid, and stupid shit is fatal
The homies is hella late, and now I`m startin` to think
Homegirl that gave me the wink from earlier just bought me a drink
She`s sittin` at a stool at the other side of the bar
Doing tricks with her tounge and a cherry like a porno star
The club is gettin` packed and the party is jumpin
Another double shot of yak and I`m on the dancefloor bumpin`
She`s licking in my ear and, now I`m feeling faded
It`s 11:35 and the homies still ain`t made it

Chorus

Verse Three:

Now I`m on the dance floor with baby and, shit is gettin` hectic
The big homey done erected, damn I`ve been affected
By the funk in the boom and the booty in the room
This ain`t the Commodores but this Brick House got me on zoom
Now I`m mackin and struttin and asking baby wassup
My name ain`t Everlast, but I can still make you jump
let`s, hope in the Q and go somewhere and kick it like some Trojans
We can do a little drinkin, and do a little smoking
When all of a sudden I start sweatin`, my stomach starts bubblin`
I hear earl coming, I think I`m in trouble *vomit sounds*
Ahh shit, I got baby on her titties
I guess there go my chances of gettin with her kitty
I turn around and stumble away and there go the homies with
long ass trenchcoats on, laughing, sippin on 40`s
Now I`m in the back of my own car curled up like a punk
Cuz I got too high and uhh, got too drunk

Chorus

[Big throw up S-P-L-A-S-H]
SHIT!

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Coolio - Kinda High Kinda Drunk Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball Chorus: repeat 4X Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball Verse One: I`m sittin` at the bar with a hundred dollar bill The homies is runnin` late so I got some time to kill I`m peepin` out this freak in the booth in the corner I think I seen her rollin a Noble, nosin under and moanin Two hookers walked in and they was lookin` for a vic But they, kept on passin` me by coz they can recognize a trick Twenty minutes later and two double shots of yak I take a look up at the clock, now where the FUCK the homies at I feel my pagers on my hipbone, who could it be Cuz I done talked to everybody that I was `sposed to see Hahaa! Now I know, the story is told And I don`t even call `em back cuz they don`t know the homie cold I recieved a page my niggers from the phone in the back I got a wink from a fine ass sista dressed in black Another double shout of yak and now the room is spinnin` But that`s only the beginning, god damn! Chorus Verse Two: I take a walk out to the front to get myself some air and see if I see the homies, but they still ain`t there There`s a fool outside drunk and he want to get into it I was strapped I coulda killed him, but I didn`t do it I opted for the walk-away, watch the busta talk away So mister policeman, you can put your chalk away I mobb back in the club, and, kick it at my table Cause, niggaz be acting stupid, and stupid shit is fatal The homies is hella late, and now I`m startin` to think Homegirl that gave me the wink from earlier just bought me a drink She`s sittin` at a stool at the other side of the bar Doing tricks with her tounge and a cherry like a porno star The club is gettin` packed and the party is jumpin Another double shot of yak and I`m on the dancefloor bumpin` She`s licking in my ear and, now I`m feeling faded It`s 11:35 and the homies still ain`t made it Chorus Verse Three: Now I`m on the dance floor with baby and, shit is gettin` hectic The big homey done erected, damn I`ve been affected By the funk in the boom and the booty in the room This ain`t the Commodores but this Brick House got me on zoom Now I`m mackin and struttin and asking baby wassup My name ain`t Everlast, but I can still make you jump let`s, hope in the Q and go somewhere and kick it like some Trojans We can do a little drinkin, and do a little smoking When all of a sudden I start sweatin`, my stomach starts bubblin` I hear earl coming, I think I`m in trouble vomit sounds Ahh shit, I got baby on her titties I guess there go my chances of gettin with her kitty I turn around and stumble away and there go the homies with long ass trenchcoats on, laughing, sippin on 40`s Now I`m in the back of my own car curled up like a punk Cuz I got too high and uhh, got too drunk Chorus [Big throw up S-P-L-A-S-H] SHIT! Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Kinda High Kinda Drunk: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/102/1/11874.html Все тексты песен: Coolio » Coolio - Bring Back Somethin Fo Da Hood » Coolio - Let`s Do It » Coolio - A Thing Going On » Coolio - Thought You Knew » Coolio - I`m Seein` Bodiez In The Alley And Blood In The Valley » Coolio - All the Way Live (Now) » Coolio - Let`s Do It » Coolio - What is a MC » Coolio - Hand On My Nutsac » Coolio - Cruisin` » Coolio - I`m seein` bodiez in the alley and blood » Coolio - Sticky Fingers (Alternate Lyrics) » Coolio - Fucc Coolio » Coolio - In Tha Beginning...There Was Rap » Coolio - Hit em » Coolio - Gangstas Paradise » Coolio - A Thing Goin On » Coolio - Smokin` stix » Coolio - Cruisin » Coolio - One Mo Рекомендуем скачать: » Ибрагим Имамалиев - Факельное шествие (Посвящение слетам) » Игорь Михалёв - Девятнадцатое сентября. Памяти Юрия Иосифовича Визбора » И.Богушевская - Госпожа твоих снов » Игорь Рабин - Евангелие от себя » Игорь Андриенко - Самовол или Песня Ниоткуда » Ирина Круг - Друзьм » Иван Купала - Виноград » Игорь Демичев - Звезда моя » Ирина Аллегрова - Повелитель удовольствий » Ибрагим Имамалиев - Владимиру Туриянскому » Игорь Бяльский - Апокриф » Игорь Белый - Сономатека » Иван Кучин - Нищенка » Иванушки Int. - Где ты » Игорь Саркисов - Подводная лодка » Ирина Терентьева - Что меня манит?.. » Ирина Орищенко - Свеча » Игорь Саркисов - Песня про орден » Игорь Андриенко - Аврора » Иванушки Int. - Билетик в кино
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