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letra de gettin' drunk - loose cannons (rich cronin & doug ray)

[intro: doug ray]
yes
all my people in the place
crackin’ fresh beer
kick back in a chair
we’re doin’ this all, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: doug ray]
beer in hand, here i am, wanna stand? spill the can
i’m the man, you’re the man, trip again? i’ll be d-mned
[?] to the wall, try to grip it but i fall
b-tches broken by my b-lls
now they’re soakin’ till tomorrow
the next party i’m at, catch me knockin’ bruce back (ayy)
[?] obnoxious, [rude cat?], it’s the groove, it’ll do that
slurred words, every syllable absurd ([?])
no more time to waste, it’s a race to get chip-faced (yeah)
f-ck the [?] at this placе, can’t p-ss straight (hahaha)
had a little double, vision impaired
bro, your [dеcision to change?], [?], people fightin’
it’s a given, fisticuffs and such
a common thing among drunks
you come in swingin’ and punchin’
and leavin’ covered in puke chunks
we say “aw yeah,” we do it all year
so here, here, raise your beers for the cheers
[chorus: doug ray & rich cronin]
i got my favorite brew, i got my baby beau
i got my paper too (we’re gettin’ drunk)
i got a bare right [hair?] laid back in a chair
every day of the year (that’s what’s up)
we a little bit tipsy, sip a bottle of chrissy
then she leanin’ to kiss me (we’re gettin’ drunk)
we’re gettin’ crazy buzz, feelin’ hazed and drunk (check)
wanna blaze the scum (that’s what’s up)

[verse 2: rich cronin]
my name is rich nice, and i’m a boston mick (hahaha)
i drink hard liquor till i’m drunk and sick
it’s 2:43, and i’ll be up till six
i like a fat girl if she’s got big tits
dude, i ain’t picky when it comes to a quickie
first i turn off the lights, and then it’s time to get sticky (that’s nasty)
hickey on my neck, man, i need some ice
shoot some patron and follow that with bud light
hey dj (come on), play that song
on my third [?], and we’re playin’ beer pong
chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug, girl, get loose
put some gin in that juice, and i’ll be knockin’ your boots
oops, tap the bottle, now twist the cap
standin’ on your sofa, bustin’ freestyle raps
me and doug ray need to be in aa
but hey, just keep sippin’, we ain’t goin’ today
[chorus: doug ray]
i got my favorite brew, i got my baby beau
i got my paper too (we’re gettin’ drunk)
i got a bare right [hair?] laid back in a chair
every day of the year (that’s what’s up)
we a little bit tipsy, sip a bottle of chrissy
then she leanin’ to kiss me (we’re gettin’ drunk)
we’re gettin’ crazy buzz, feelin’ hazed and drunk
wanna blaze the scum (that’s what’s up)

[verse 3: doug ray & rich cronin]
i said, “mom i quit my job and started a rap band”
she said, “goddammit, you’ve been drinkin’ again”
so i ain’t got sh-t to do
i know a chick that gets drunk off a shot of twenty-two
of bud light, all i did was give her a hug, right?
so that was [?], ’cause she let me hit it all night
like, girl, i love you (ah, h-ll no)
the next mornin’, it looked like she got hit with an elbow
d-mn, it happened again, ah f-ck it
you want a beer?
nah man, get me a bucket
rich, what did i do?
i don’t know what to say, dude
you started actin’ crazy when i gave you that quaalude
well that’s cool, tonight, i’m goin’ out for the cause
drinkin’ liquor onstage just to get an applause
raise a drink to the sky, take a shot for the fans
and i ain’t goin’ home until i p-ss in my pants
[chorus: doug ray]
i got my favorite brew, i got my baby beau
i got my paper too (we’re gettin’ drunk)
i got a bare right [hair?] laid back in a chair
every day of the year (that’s what’s up)
we a little bit tipsy, sip a bottle of chrissy
then she leanin’ to kiss me (we’re gettin’ drunk)
we’re gettin’ crazy buzz, feelin’ hazed and drunk
wanna blaze the scum (that’s what’s up)

- loose cannons rich cronin doug ray

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