The Click - Hurricane lyrics

It's just like moonshine
Have you on your face
I mean, you'll be slutterin' and what not
Next thing you know
You don't know how you got home
I mean, this shit is so damn serious, playboy
I mean, the shit reminds me of
Pruno or something like that
You dig what I say? But anyway

I'm so tore, look like my eyes been
Stitched together with stitches
Ho hoppin' around wit these bitches
Get ya garbage dumped wit crickets
But, you know me, the life of the party
Slurricane Ethyl too much of me and make ya
Fight ya folks and Dr jekyll
Like the other day I gulped too many swallows
Had them niggas actin' bad at
The club wit them hollows
Havin' limp dick problems, tryna get it up
Well, oh well
One cup of me will have your shit on still
I wakes up in the mornin' and I'm separated
In the bag wit my homies and I sure hate it
Grenadine, he be trippin' 'cause
They don't respect him
That nigga rum, man, that nigga gets dumb
I can't wait until they mix me
I'm goin' in they mouth, down they throat
Into they kidneys
Hurricane's havin' muthafucka's seein' thangs
Courage juice, watch when I get loose

Hurricane, but you can call me slurricane
Slurricane, strong enough to start
A engine mayne

I'm pervin', swervin'
Fuckin' wit tycoon shit
Shit, it's time to swip up another mix
Smob to the sto', oh it's 1: 51
Got to catch Charlie 'fore he close
Too many hoes at the studio that ain't lit
I likes to bring out the
Freak in a nasty bitch studio Ton
Pop on that shit that 'vitti wrote
(Freaky, freak, freaky)
My crevice got hot, seat sweat and all
That Hurricane Ethyl ain't no joke
It'll make a playa fall
Creepy eyes on the stick he bought
Pump up fools, straight check 'em
Make 'em thinkin' men are all
Nah nah, hit a beedy, can't be greedy
Gotta stay strong
But, if I get broken off a deal
I can't go wrong
This trick juice will have a fool on his face
Worse than that bumpy face gin
With no fuckin' chase

Light up the muthafuckin' indo weed
Me and my niggas at the bar keyed
Walkin' threw the joint on stumble
They bumpin' 'Da Bumble'
Face like I hate the taste
But now I'm humble whisper to a bitch
'Baby I been watchin' you'
But when I'm pervin'
Everything be lookin' cute
So if you get the boot when my hangover sober
Don't even trip
Get yo' shit out my Range Rover
I gets to put it how
This Spanish fly ninety-fin
Influence yo' bitch to go both ways
And eat her best friend
Shit locked down, muthafucka don't be carin'
Who ridin' wit my dank cousin Victor Baron
Hurricane, but you can call me slurricane
Strong enough to start a engine, mayne
BIOTCH and that's what we do
For the nineteen ninety-fin
And we out this biotch out this biotch