Texty:
Liquor Box

She just fools around He falls in pieces on the ground They underestimate what's lost and found As they go up and down Again and again and again She

the Wheel Of Ezekiel To pop Thousand-dollar bot- tles of scotch Smoke pot And heal the people Any rebuttal To what I utter Get box-cuttered Count how

was thinking I could sure use another bottle of booze My baits a? runnin a little low Man a box of 12 gauge would be all the rage I?m all liquored

pouring out no liquor for no niggas I pour my heart out when I see Dot out on the deck Knowing two weeks ago he slapped-box with death I hear of niggas

makes the "Ghetto Bird" sound*} Throwin up a BIG-ASS W, coverin up the world right? YEAHHH! Hah, listen look You ain't tryin to hot box with me, I swing hard liquor

more than what your hands can grasp Good Night! (kids talking) Knock 'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out Mos Knock 'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out

better than, everybody tip Walk up in the club make, everybody strip Everybody get [gun cocked], the fuck down, this a brrrp, stick up But I don't want no money, I want your (burp) liquor

and break it hard Like dope dealers I'm a husband to a wife But I'm ya nigga and you a perfect drug Make a nigga heart quiver You a heartbreakin', hard liquor

fat I need a ryde or die bitch I push the Cadillac truck with my friends in the back I need a ryde or die bitch Smoke dro, drink liquor, like to fuck