Now if I'm drinking at the bar you can order me a whiskey
Wait what do you mean I can get a mickeys for three fifty
I got thirty on a case
tell my friends we're getting shitty
Bring silver tape
party time committee
On some one little two little 40 little ounces
We playing Edward forty hands at Mouse's
Jumping on the couches and throwing bottles at the train
They're fucking 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
So play it cool lets party like we graduated school
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
Get yourself a cup Tip it up
But save the last one for MCA though

Everywhere we go people seem amazed
How a brass monkey taste when you take it the face
We some broke ass low class no cash having ass
friends like this the time goes so fast
Gentlemen this is vodka
Women those men are pussies
Take em to Scottdale before they get their money tooken
Round here we drink til the sun starts to shine
Get in line were doing what the doctor had in mind
Landmines and quarters and shots oh my
The couch looks full but the floor feels fine
The liquor stores close and for six bucks at most
We can party round the fire til we run outta toasts
It goes we got the bottle you got the cup come on everybody cause we're gettin fucked up
We got the bottle if y'all got the cup come on everybody cause we're drinking

40 ounces get em by the case
Brass monkey sippin orange juice saints
Ain't nobody tripping on that bitter beer face
Ain't no food in my fridge ain't no loot in my bank
Oj Tampico and sunkist
westside kids getting faded on some dumb shit
This that shake the house with the speaker in the trunk shit
All that liquid courage got me thinkin that my tongues slick
Go go kitchen table got a troll Backyard packed sleeping bodies on the floor
Two golden forties taped in to each hand
Crowd like a riot screaming do a keg stand
Now knock knock somebody called the cops
Don't open the door just turn the lights off
Screaming in a whisper dumb girl tryin to talk
Shut the fuck up Ayo I think they're gone
Plug in the speakers turn the lights on
take a chug out the bottles taped to your palm
We got the 40's if you wonder what we on
You got the orange juice Y'all know the song