Coolio - Kinda High Kinda Drunk lyrics
[Coolio - Kinda High Kinda Drunk lyrics]
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball
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 received a page my nigga 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!
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, niggas 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
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
SHIT!
Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball
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 received a page my nigga 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!
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, niggas 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
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
SHIT!