Getting drunk with these bitches and when they leave, they get followed I got a story to tell, you know I cherish thee Hope it ain't too many feelings involved I see niggas in this bitch, stuntin', popping bottles Fall asleep with that bitch and really

Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of doctor good I was born in the wagon of a travellin' show My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw Papa would do whatever he could Gypsy's, tramps, and thieves We'd hear it from the people of the

We're broke as a bottle of wine She'd say, "Hey man, nice to meet you," 'Cause if we don't find money We got some rich love Then what we got honey lifts it up Ooh, broke as a bottle of wine She'd say, "Hey man," Ooh, but drink with you all damn night But

Hey, ho, to the bottle I go To heal my heart and drown my woe Rain may fall and wind may blow But there still be many miles to go Sweet is the sound of the pouring rain And stream that falls from hill to plain Better than rain or rippling brook Is a mug

I like it ice cold, I take it with a lime, Canadian, Mexican, Heineken, American, they're all real good friends of mine I like it in a mug, in a bottle, or a cup, I like it with a shot Friday, the week was long Can't wait to get my twist-off off One sip