Out My Body

Tennessee Toddy, I went out my body

Had a little too much to drink Almighty

God can you show me some leeway

I'm seein' twos on the muthafuckin fr, a freeway

I'm coming out the gate crooked and I'm finna lose it

Got the tech and my deck and some mobb music

Hit the strip tryna catch me a twenty-deuce

Drinking Bombay mixin' it with orange juice

Twas the night before my rad had to turn himself in

Vallejo's Most Wanted violation and he's looking at ten

So we gon' live it up and act bad, boss

And party 'til the muthafuckin wheels fall off

Hope those wheels ain't made of stone

Five in the mornin' and I still ain't home

Man, I'm tore like never before

On the couch assed out with my eyes on low

Tonight we gon' smoke...

Burrito-size Taylors, Cerwin Vega's

Like to drink beer with mashed potatoes

Steak and chicken, eggs and grits

Clicked out shit makes platinum hits

I don't really know why **** game be gone way out

My body, way out, my body

I don't really care if the popo stop and stare

I'm way out, my body, way out, my body

Ay, B

I heard the yock went quack, zob schilacked

Multi-orgasms and the bitch collapsed

From the back I bash all night I last

When I grab that ass long dick and dash

A ruh uh, ran up on her, from Tacoma

Man, that bootch had miles on her

Fuckin wit a pimp bitch you ain't heard

You can start me in the mornin' with a bottle of 'bird

Lick on the hip and watch the dickhead rise

Up under your legs, in between your thighs

Long range pimpin, LRPs

No high jeans, no ticks and fleas

Wake me in the morning 'cause at night I snores

Alcohol comin' all out my pores

Four-door drivin' and I'm fast asleep

Bitch next to me in the passenger seat

Certified top hat, one of the truest

Timin' like my **** up in East St. Louis

Jack be Daniels, Jack be swift

My **** in the H-Town smoke the spliffs

Juice and vodka, the tower of power

A plate of hot wings and some whiskey sour

I don't stop perkin', keeps it goin'

A full house in my dank room blowin'

**** disrespect, don't let it slide

Go get your entourage, fool, time to ride

I spots red lights and I'm loose and lit

Open bottle and a gat in my glove compartment

Alcohol, tobacco, and firearms

But this time, mayne, it's a false alarm

I really wish I took another route

But I'm gone out my body way out