Cjs

99 bottles of malt liquor with 99-cent stickers

Could have 99 Newports, ****'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