Whiskey And Coke

Erick Sermon

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    Number number number number niiiiiiinnnnnnnnnneeeeeeee!!!!
    Erick Sermon! Twon Gabz! New Def Squad!

    Uh! Yeah! Globe-trottin, got money to travel
    I'm wine sippin, I the valley of Napal
    I'm gettin money you puttin in raffles
    You can't dig up with that shit, you assholes
    My dough stack high like flagpoles (HUH!)
    This gun shoot you then I grab soul (Gimme it!)
    The reaper, model styles
    A headband, blue jeans, zip up and sneakers
    Who got the nerve to blast on me?!
    All that singin I'm hearin, y'all belong on Glee
    Flee...dog (UH HUH!)
    These broads are hangin around me like bird around tree
    E! I got that roster, ask Diddy (UH!)
    I got that Formula, ask 50 (Yep!)
    Me and Twon terrorizin the city (HUH!)
    Up in the spot with these big butts and TITTIES!!!!!!!

    I live a vida loca, spit on ya
    Middle finger ocho then arriba docha
    It's over, bag more chicks then Dolce & Gabbana did
    Rap's ate more niggas then Jeffrey Dahmer did
    Cookin fam on your face like Benny Honda did
    So I got more haters then Osama did
    I took more shots then 'Pac and 50 did
    That's truth homey, I got proof homey
    I took a hundred rounds of Grey Goose homey
    Huh! You ain't a real rapper you a spoof homey
    I'm gourmet you Ramen Noodle food
    A drunk slur to your girl you Beau-tiful
    I feel good this evenin
    See what that God blessed me to be breat-hin
    And that's a good enough reason
    Good mo'nin, me and my eggs both cheesin

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    Uh! Fish Grease yep! I'm the shit!
    Prosthetic leg but the strut ain't switched!
    Hated in the hood, but loved by your bitch
    I would come out and play but she's all on my dick (WOO!)
    Like Taylor Allison, I'm Swift
    Hit them off everytime, never miss
    Like Jordan from the line, every rhyme's a swish
    Styles upon styles I can sit and pick
    Like this one's for that and that one's for this
    (Uh!) Switch 'em up with their outfits like kicks
    (Yeah!) Def Squad raised me, y'all can't phase me (Uh!)
    Fuck you, pay me, test tube baby! (LET'S GO!)
    I bet it all, we bet it in the mall
    'Cause, rappers today is wack {And I'll say it!}
    But like Chuck D I don't believe that hype
    I bet you, run for your life in a pillow fight {HEYYYYYY!!!!!!}

    Hi my name is Kapone and I'm an alcoholic
    I blacked out for awhile but I really can't call it
    Your boy been nice since Jordan's since rolled
    Drinkin shots of Tequila with the Vodka Alimoe
    Lil' purp, lil' vic, lil' haze pocket right
    Red eye flight, with the red eye sight
    Baby drinkin Reesemen's, Remy Martin martini's
    Drink Bacardi Lemon, I think I hear Biggie speakin
    I make your mouthpiece obese, and guns squeeze
    Come up off the cheese more Jack Daniel's please
    Like Red Foxx to Grady dummy you talkin out of line
    I know I gotta be drunk, 'cause Aun't Ester lookin fine
    I'm drinkin Louis 15th or Louis Chaundon
    In my Louis Vuitton, yo baby get it on!
    Words stay slurred off the icky and herb
    This is Def Squad baby were the bottom on the curb

    Whiskey and Coca-Cola, Vodka and Lemonade
    It's just the music baby, that make me feels this way
    Whiskey and Coca-Cola, Vodka and Lemonade
    It's just the music baby, that make me feels this way

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