I was looking lost, it was cold outside The whiskey rocks, how you caught my eye My red lips painted just up in black I needed something to bring me back
I was looking lost, it was cold outside The whiskey rocks how you caught my eye My red lips painted, just got them black I needed something to bring me
props, callin the shots Hit the curb, birds all on the flock Jockin, like "who that there covered in all of them rocks" It's royalty bitch, fall on the
rock to fill a opera Acapella locked cellar Watch hell ah, freeze over take you lower break you bold Constrict to hit you like fingertips in your soul Put whiskey
See, er, the blur in my eyes rectifies The funk freak me, so peep me, as I speak the grammar I rocks my bandanna, shave my head clean And on my screens
nasty to classy, and still Nigga still gotta get his grind on Come get introduced to my home, I grew up in the crime zone Soon as you grown, you on
I just came in here to have some whiskey and beer And to say howdy to you all You all know me, this is Hank Williams, Jr. you see Hat and shade beard
of you when summer stars are on the rise I think of you with a bottle of wine and lazy eyes Playing rock and roll songs on an old guitar Gettin' drunk
Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord But you're gonna have to serve somebody You might be a rock n' roll addict, prancin' on the stage You
knows her man Drive on, don't mean nothin', drive on I remember one night, Tex and me Rappelled in on a hot L.Z We had our 16's on rock and roll But
huh) [Big Scoob] On the block it was hot to not to run from the cops I used to cop and used to chop And dump my rocks at Ms. Scott's And on the late
the underground dine n' dash Fuck that put ya ass on the table Thoroughbred bitch get fed in the stable Back room look gather 'round real quick Bitch is suckin dick like carrots on
on down Sippin around Tippin up another cupa And sip it on down Sippin on down Sippin around Tippin up another cupa And sip it on down Sippin on down
rastas Rock stars and mobsters, above streets in helicopter Filled with doctors readin' the death roster Guts spillin' out like pasta, sky, misty, often tipsy From off the whiskey
my bitches are picky To ride around us right on time, bitch you know it's tricky Take a hit of the sticky, everybody get tipsy When we hittin' that whiskey
through, smashed up further Gettin' off, if you from the Yay, that's North Open up the do's, go, four on low Four-fo' heat sick, monkey on my back Psychos all on
high, high Cowboys do more dope Than rock 'n' rollers I wonder if cowboys do more dope Than rock 'n' rollers Cowboys do more dope Than rock 'n' rollers
rock, rock, rock, man, rock Rock till we pop, we're gonna rock till we drop We're gonna rock this town, rock it inside out We're gonna rock this town, rock