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Krizz Kaliko

Get Throw'd

 

Get Throw'd

(album: Neh'Mind - 2012)


8-1-6 Boyz
Ain't we sick boy!?
Kali Baby! (Get 'em, daddy!)

[Verse 1 Krizz Kaliko:]
I came here pretty big, night I can't remember it
I'm drunk, my breath is all one, I might need a dinner mint
A couple of strong ones and then a couple of shots
I'm getting all one (OK)
I never take the wrong one can make anything I can pull
I'll take a tall one (OK)
Make my drink too big to hold and make it pretty cold and
I'm too drunk to even speak nigga ass is pretty show'd
If I could just be off my seat and I getting mold
And drink you under the table I'm talking 'bout

[Hook Krizz Kaliko:]
Let's get throw'd
Pop a couple bottles hit the floor
I'mma turn it up and make it gold
Go manie, go manie, go manie, go mania
Let's get throw'd
Where my alcoholics at [x8]

[Verse 2 Makzilla:]
Makzilla! (Talk to 'em!)
I'm Desi den, sober sin, fellas leaving cups of lean
Celebrating soups of through cups of lou, I'll scream saloub
What you waiting on? Get your drink on
Everyone in 816 knows not into a friend
Of a ten of a ten of a ten so unattractive
My crew consist of 816as who take that slang
And add some liquor make her chug-a-lug
Till she starts to hiccup a thing for good
A think clone tatted up real thick and wild so
Let's make like a realas burnt thing zillas

[Hook]

Kutt Calhoun! Soo woo! (Kutty, go 'head!)
Yeah! Black gold! Sicc'em!

[Verse 3 Kutt Calhoun:]
Kutt the room, bottle service
Mister Melv-edere I'm the worstest
When it comes to touching my lips with liquor
I do to fifths what I do to verses, kill them
Nigga might lose his shirt, 'cause I'm too berserk when I'm Jagerbombing
I feel it, right up your hoochies skirt cause this erk the jerk is
My fame, my mind, and I drop my draws and get naked
Just my hat and tat to my necklace
Soft as molly what you expected drunk like 40 bins and I'm wreckless
If you born to party I'm the wildest one in my clique when it comes to drinking man
It's breaking news when I'm pervy call me Ron Burgundy cause I'm the anchorman

[Verse 4 Tech N9ne:]
Four Horsemen I'm drinking (What's that?)
Jack Daniels (Yeah?), Johnnie Walker (Yeah?), Jim Beam (What?)
Jose Cuervo (Huh?!), throwing up's what I'm thinkin'! At about 7 of those
Level a bro, waking up sick is inevitable, head on the floor where it keep me!
That'll get me throwin up that neeses, or a beef on bun on bread with a B.B.!
I get so throw'd I mess around and wake up off in Mexico!
So drunk that the killa cartel put the chainsaw down then accept a bro!
So drunk on a hella late night I stumbled into Texaco! Askin for Lexapro!
Come on!

[Hook]

LETS GET THROWED!

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