Kinda High Kinda Drunk

(Album: Gangsta's Paradise - 1995)

Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball

[Chorus: repeat 4X]
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball

[Verse One:]
I'm sitting at the bar with a hundred dollar bill
The homies is running late so I got some time to kill
I'm peeping 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 looking for a vic
But they, kept on passing 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 recieved a page my niggers 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 spinning
But that's only the beginning, god damn!

[Chorus]

[Verse Two:]
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, niggaz be acting stupid, and stupid shit is fatal
The homies is hella late, and now I'm starting to think
Homegirl that gave me the wink from earlier just bought me a drink
She's sitting 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 getting packed and the party is jumpin
Another double shot of yak and I'm on the dancefloor bumping
She's licking in my ear and, now I'm feeling faded
It's 11:35 and the homies still ain't made it

[Chorus]

[Verse Three:]
Now I'm on the dance floor with baby and, shit is getting 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 sweating, my stomach starts bubbling
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

[Chorus]

Big throw up S-P-L-A-S-H
SHIT!