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 - What is an MC? » Coolio - Fantastic Voyage » Coolio - One Mo » Coolio - Ghetto Cartoon (includes Cleo`s Mood) » Coolio - It`s All The Way Live » Coolio - I See You When You Get There » Coolio - County Line » Coolio - Smilin` » Coolio - On My Way To Harlem » Coolio - Recoup This » Coolio - Sumpin New » Coolio - Is This Me » Coolio - I Breaks `em Off » Coolio - 1-2-3-4 (Sumpin` New) » Coolio - Homeboy » Coolio - Get Up Get Down » Coolio - U Know Hoo » Coolio - Thought You Knew » Coolio - Can I Get Down 1X » Coolio - Too Hot Рекомендуем скачать: » Icp (insane Clown Posse) - Mr. Rotten Treats » Inxs - Not Enough Time » Ice-T - Depths of Hell » Ian Hunter - The Loner » Iced Earth - Watching Over Me » Iron Maiden - run to the hills2 \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » Ill Nio - Unreal » Iced Earth - Before The Vision » I.O.S. - Isurrected » Inchtabokatables, The - You chained me up » Impaled Nazarene - Chaosgoat Law » Iron Maiden - Run To The Hills » Impaled Nazarene - Violence I Crave » I Voted For Kodos - Gunpoint » Ice Cube - Turn Off The Radio » Ice-T - Personal » Immortal Souls - Frostmind » Isis - The Beginning and the End » Ian Brown - Elmvndo Pequeno [Live Acoustic Version] » Ice-T - Radio Suckers
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