Drinking Song

Start this night out right so I dont fall on my face

I got some red necks wit me ready to get drunk and shot da gauge

They got 6 shots of tequila and half a bottle of bacardi

The bottle came from someones cooler when we left the bonfire party

They constantly askin fo mo and tryin to pour me up a shot

Incredible hulk mixed wit vodka and a skotch on the rocks

Crown royal wit coke a bud light my eye balls afloat

So much fuckin liquid in me I got to hit da pisser fo sho

Keepin up wit hill billys actin silly drunker then shit

This might compare to my smokin song but pimpin this is not it

This is my drinkin song so you know wut you got to do

Drink twelve or twenty one or wut eva you do but dont stop at two

[Chorus x2]

This is my drinkin song

And there aint no rules wut you waitin on

Pop a bottle pour your self a shot or even brew your own

If your goin to drink might as well drink until you hit the floor

Afta you hit the floor get yo ass up and pour a couple mo

Aight im alright listen to my words I have dranken up half the bar

And still yet a swurl I heard

I looked down at red neck he look like he was about to hurl

Brother robby actin similiar but was spinnin like the world

Now real rednecks can get drunk like some shit ive neva seen

Ten shots bud lights fo chasin and ready for round eleventeen

Demolition derbys at the races rodeos and hill streets

When ever legal liqour sold white folks will meet

But we all want to get fucked up and when I say we

Im talkin about every nationality on this g.l.o.b.e

And some do, some dont, some might like it, some wont,

I'll tell you wut I love this so much im fucked up right now

[Chorus x2]

We jump in slappa's car dont worry this fool wasnt driven

The outcome would of been ridiculous and we wouldnt of survived

Believe it or not I was the most sober of the five of us

Liquor in me got to piss again I feel like im bout to bust

Good thing we got out the exit fo me to handle my buisness

I jumped out to drain my lizard and god as my witness

I see a truck load of moonshine hideing behind some trees

Wit the keys in it and nobody around

No one but me this mean we can get drunker and crunker

And make us some cheese from mariana arkansas

Through the woods back to tennessee

This event start anotha good ol'boy fraiser drinkin day

In the back of a chevelle pick up shootin of this daze

[Chorus x2]