Mouse Powell - Brass Monkey lyrics

Now you see you could see it
Just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl
Again and again, man I like that gangsta'
Boy-
Again and again, man I like that gangsta'
Boy-
Again and again, man I like that gangsta'
Boy- we like- we like- like
We like- we like- like bands!
(bands! bands! bands)

(Yo, how many 40's do you think I
Could take to my head right now?
I mean I know the obvious answer is two
But I think I could do three)
Now if I'm drinking at the bar
Order me a whiskey what you mean I can get
A mickeys for three fifty?
I got thirty on a case
Tell my friends we're getting shitty
Bring silver tape, party time committee
On some one little, two little
Forty little ounces
We playing Edward forty hands at Mouse's
Jumping on the couches and throwing
Bottles at the train
They're fucking on the roof
Yo the party is insane
I got a funnel, a tube
And a lotta bad decisions
And through the tunnel vision
I'm lookin at you
The only rule is that there are no rules
Play it cool
Let's party like we graduated school
Sippy-sippy-sip that malt liquor down
To the label swap it with the orange juice
Sitting on the table
There's a steely in the fridge
So get yourself a cup, tip it up
But save the last one for MCA though, go

We got the bottle if y'all got the cup
Come on everybody cause we're
Getting fucked up
We got the bottle if y'all got the cup
Come on everybody cause we're drinking
Brass Monkey! Brass Monkey!
Brass Monkey! Brass Monkey!

Everywhere we go people seem amazed
How a brass monkey taste when
You take it the face, motherfucker
We some broke ass, low class
No cash having ass friends like us?
Time moves so fast gentlemen, this is vodka
Women, those men are pussies
Take 'em to Scottdale 'fore they
Get their money tooken
Here we drink 'til the sun shines
Get in line
Doing what the doctor had in mind
Landmines and quarters and shots, oh my!
The couch looks full but the floor feels fine
Liquor store close, for six bucks at most
We'll party round the fire 'til
We run outta toasts

It goes
We got the bottle if y'all got the cup
Come on everybody cause we're
Gettin' fucked up
We got the bottle if y'all got the cup
Come on everybody 'cause we're drinking
Brass Monkey! Brass Monkey!
Brass Monkey! Brass Monkey!
40 ounces get 'em by the case
Brass monkey sippin', orange juice saints
Ain't nobody tripping on that
Bitter beer face
There ain't no food in my fridge
Ain't no loot in my bank (hell no)
OJ, Tampico, Sunkist
Westside kids getting faded on some dumb shit
(Westsiiiide)
Shake the house with the "speaker
In the trunk" shit
All that liquid courage got me
Feelin' that my tongues slick
Go go, kitchen table got a troll
Crashed out, sleeping bodies on the floor
Two golden forties taped in to each hand
Got the crowd like a riot
Screaming do a keg stand
Knock knock, somebody called the cops
Don't open the door, just turn the lights off
Yelling in a whisper at the
Girl tryin' to talk
Ayo, Shut the fuck up I think they're gone
Go to the door, turn the lights on
Take a swig out the bottles
Taped to your palm
We got the 40's if you wonder what you want!
You got the orange juice, you know the song
Brass Monkey! Brass Monkey!
Brass Monkey! Brass Monkey!