Tales Of Kidd Drunkadelic
Written by: Michael Turner & Christopher Portugal
[Double K:] Yo, check it out… one time for your mizzle. Uh… it's the supreme, we gonna let you know what we drinking all for the team, you know? Woah! There goes those flutes… the hell, those are dropping in. We Zignaflewandblew your ass last timem, we gon' do it like…
([Double K, in the background:] Just kick back, vibe, man, eat some fish… On this funky little groove-y from the other side of the town… We came to give you some lip… she was, uh… babbling about how bad she ?…)
[Double K:]
Old English 800 or the Genuine Draft
Living a High Life or Steel Reserve when it's mad
You can say I have a problem and I say they help me solve
I'm drinking 40s with my niggas, dogging all the dudes who bought 'em
It seems I have evolved into this party animal
I be drunk and talking shit, while you pricks take it light
Get off the mic and let me babble 'bout the days of old
When I was young and didn't know iced teas could be so cold
All I knew was colors and that stuff my mom made
Nowadays, I drink it just like it's the purple Kool-Aid
Bro, go easy on the ice and add a little more Smirnoff
So by the time I reach the bottom, I can be clear off (zoom!)
Don't think it's 'bout to end, I say it's 'bout to begin
Take off my shirt, show my belly, offend a few of my friends
And you can ask Kid Lex, we be doing the most
On Melrose, with a 5th in hand, yelling at hos (ay, ay, ay, c'mere!)
And ain't getting no play from the ladies who pass (ay, c'mere!)
Shit, we drunk, breath stinking, without an inch of class
And that's alright with me 'cause, baby, I'm the Big Mac
([Backwards:] I went over to McDonalds), about to cop a fat sack
Niggas be like, "Everytime I see you, K, you drunk!"
Remarks like that'll get 'em judged as a punk
You ain't crunk, buddy, I take your latest hip-hop money
Divide it with my friends so we can all get funny
Keep your thoughts to yourself 'cause on the real, cousin, I'm buzzing
Tell your peoples I'm a motherfucker, case they thought I wasn't
Mom said, "Chill out or watch your life go down"
Saw it happen to a friend, well, it won't happen again
And I promise: most functional, this bottle here's my petrol
Force field for the unreal, I got no time to kill
Plus, the first time I took a nip, I didn't slip
Couple of wine coolers, felt exactly what it was
What a buzz! Had the young Double stone-knocked out
Like a sucka who'll step and pose a threat when I'm wet
You can call me what you want: a "damn drunk" or a "fool"
But I'm the first to pass out and make the shit look cool
Incidents like that are few, like the brew, drinking Zima or Tequiza
That's for women! Somebody pass the gin and Powerade
Yo, it's also time to drink, get off the track
I'mma chill with my buddies and toss a few back, y'all
[Double K:] Ah ha ha, it's the Tales, ya dig? Be careful, now, I'm loaded! These are the Tales that I tell so well. Party! Hey, how you doing, man? Those horns are fabulous, man. Huh! Real groovy to drink to. Ah, ya dig? Sucka! Baby…
([Double K, in background:] Ha ha. Yeah, yeah, yo. It's the Tales, y'all. It's the Tales. Loaded. Stay loaded! So well! ? some times. Just kick- kick back, unwind, eat some fish and chips…)
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This track appears on the following releases:
- "O.S.T." (2002) (CD & LP) - Om Records (OM-105)
