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letra de brass monkey - mouse powell

[intro: radio samples]
now you see
you could see it

we like- we like- like, we like- we like- like bands! (bands! bands! bands!)

[verse 1: mouse powell]
(yo, how many 40’s do you think i could take to my head right now?
i mean i know the obvious answer is two but i think i could do three)
now if i’m drinking at the bar, order me a whiskey
what you mean i can get a mickeys for three fifty?
i got thirty on a case, tell my friends we’re getting sh-tty
bring silver tape, party time committee
on some one little, two little, forty little ounces
we playing edward forty hands at mouse’s
jumping on the couches and throwing bottles at the train
they’re f-cking on the roof, yo the party is insane
i got a funnel, a tube, and a lotta bad decisions
and through the tunnel vision i’m lookin at you
the only rule is that there are no rules
play it cool, let’s party like we graduated school
sippy-sippy-sip that malt liquor down to the label
swap it with the orange juice sitting on the table
there’s a steely in the fridge
so get yourself a cup, tip it up
but save the last one for mca though, go
[chorus: mouse powell]
we got the bottle if y’all got the cup
come on everybody cause we’re getting f-cked up
we got the bottle if y’all got the cup
come on everybody cause we’re drinking
brass monkey! brass monkey!
brass monkey! brass monkey!

[verse 2: mouse powell]
everywhere we go people seem amazed
how a brass monkey taste when you take it the face, motherf-cker
we some broke ass, low class, no cash having ass friends like us?
time moves so fast
gentlemen, this is vodka
women, those men are p-ssies
take ’em to scottdale ‘fore they get their money tooken
here we drink ’til the sun shines, get in line
doing what the doctor had in mind
landmines and quarters and shots, oh my!
the couch looks full but the floor feels fine
liquor store close, for six bucks at most
we’ll party round the fire ’til we run outta toasts

[chorus: mouse powell]
it goes
we got the bottle if y’all got the cup
come on everybody cause we’re gettin’ f-cked up
we got the bottle if y’all got the cup
come on everybody ’cause we’re drinking
brass monkey! brass monkey!
brass monkey! brass monkey!
[outro: mouse powell]
40 ounces get ’em by the case
brass monkey sippin’, orange juice saints
ain’t n0body tripping on that bitter beer face
there ain’t no food in my fridge ain’t no loot in my bank (h-ll no)
oj, tampico, sunkist
westside kids getting faded on some dumb sh-t (westsiiiide!)
shake the house with the “speaker in the trunk” sh-t
all that liquid courage got me feelin’ that my tongues sl!ck
go go, kitchen table got a troll
crashed out, sleeping bodies on the floor
two golden forties taped in to each hand
got the crowd like a riot screaming do a keg stand
knock knock, somebody called the cops
don’t open the door, just turn the lights off
yelling in a whisper at the girl tryin’ to talk
ayo, shut the f-ck up i think they’re gone
go to the door, turn the lights on
take a swig out the bottles taped to your palm
we got the 40’s if you wonder what you want!
you got the orange juice, you know the song
brass monkey! brass monkey!
brass monkey! brass monkey!

- mouse powell

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