CJ's

Lyrics for CJ's

99 bottles of malt liquor with 99-cent stickers Could have 99 Newports, niggas'll still bicker 15 ain't bitter, 40-ounces taught us to drink quicker In dungeons with dragons, magical elixir by the sixer But don't let it get warm, you've been forewarned Youngins in the stockroom ain't calm, some is armed, chasing MGD With Boone's Farm, sitting on milk crates torn Enterprising pipe heads swarm Seven watches on their arm cause speakers Broken glass in the tweeters, chilling coat-space heaters Sin eat his wife beater, creatures sweating out liters Ring of fire, suppliers, alleyway frequent flyers Rock monsters, real survivors Hustlers is born liars, winos And thieves with problems up their sleeves In Heineken we believe, clean green like optimal leaves Jealousy and greed what I want ain't what I need Ayo, we're sipping, we're drinking, we're falling tipsy in the drunken Searching for the point where enough's enough For what it's worth, who gives a fuck? Just tip your cup And check me in the back of CJ's, lighting a blunt We sipping, we're drinking, we're falling tipsy in the drunken Searching for the point where enough's enough For what it's worth, who gives a fuck? Just tip your cup and Check me in the back of CJ's, lighting it up Living raw, cracking jaws Kirk said, "Keep it out the store," so it's big league chew cracking the jaw Life in a claw, pints in the park Sometimes you eat the bar, sometimes the bar eats you Drunken words is often true like, "Don't trust no one in the crew" Didn't believe 'til I seen on the news He got blown out his shoes in front CJ's Six shots over loose talk and a five-dollar rock This ain't for the pity 'cause it wasn't that bad really Girls wasn't that pretty, but let a kid suck their titties Pour 'til we're shitty, puff 'til the Philly little bitty Hit it again, seeds pop out the shit So smack they feel when I burn my lip 22's was a sip, no need to throw up, we've been sick