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letra de canadian club - prime-one

chorus(sung)

this canadian club’s
got me crazy in love
with everything
or just maybe i’m buzzed (repeat)

1st verse

i go to the liquor store,find what i’m lookin’ for
hand the cashier fifteen then i hit the door
the good sh-t tucked in a bag of brown paper
i’m sober now but i’ll catch a nice buzz later
that aged twelve whiskey,forty percent
alcohol content gets me tipsy
straight shots warm up my insides quick
that dark golden liquid does the trick
on the way back home,i don’t dawdle
but i’ve got to stop and cop a two litre bottle
of pepsi,that’s the ticket
a good combination when you mix it
put ’em in a gl-ss,stir it up like trouble
drink it up at a pace where i don’t guzzle
i just want to chill,relax,take it easy
a break from the craziness of life with the c.c. (chorus)

2nd verse

i drink solo,maybe with some of my trues
the ones who can drink and handle their booze
lot of people get stupid and they ruin the mood
either by pukin’,bein’ abusive or rude
get them tough guys that want to start dukin’ with you
for any lame,knuckle-headed excuse he can use
got some who’ll drink ’till they’re unconscious
and you need an ambulance ’cause they’re not responsive
that kind of sh-t k!lls a buzz fast
that’s why you’ve got to ensure that it does last
only “club” that you’ll find me in is that which
is coolin’ in my fridge,in that which
is canadian,and i feel right
everything’s all good and well tonight
gettin’ my fill of this hometown distilled
alcoholic beverage that’s too good to spill (chorus)

3rd verse

there’s another bottle down,so i need to go
to amb-ssador plaza l.c.b.o
re-up the supply,if i had the cash
i’d have a hundred of ’em in my personal stash
and horde it like tomorrow,they won’t sell it no more
but they keep it well-stocked on the shelf in the store
got a little bit to spend,a bottle in each hand
thirsty,it’s hot outside like beach stand
back to the crib and i crack the lid
of this potion,fix a drink,feel the motion
of fluid flowin’ down my throat,it’s goin’
to my belly,i’m gettin’ a good thing growin’
i hate bein’ tense and the c.c. helps
i’m loose,my head’s swimming like michael phelps
absorbed in the blood in my veins is this
elixir that originates from the grain (chorus)

- prime one

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