Текст песни Intoxicated (Big Scoob) с переводом

This is my dayyy!

All the punk muh’fuckers who ain’t feelin' that

Get the fuck outta my way

'Cause I’m intoxicated

Drink, drink (hey!)

Drink, drink, drink (hey!)

Drink, drink, drink (hey!)

Drink, drink, drink, drink, bitch!

Drink, drink, drink (hey!)

Drink, drink, drink, bitch!

C’mon everybody let’s get.

Intoxicated!

I’ve been told I can still stand on all ten toes

Intoxicated!

'Cause I been throwed

When I’m in funk, nigga, I didn’t fold

Intoxicated!

I’ve been told I can still stand on all ten toes

Intoxicated!

'Cause I been throwed

When I’m in funk, nigga, I didn’t fold

Intoxicated!

Hill billy bar is the route

'Cause not too many know what me bein' a star is about

I ask for Hennessey up at this bar and it’s out

So I told my homies «fuck it, I got a bar in my house»

Full of whiskies and wines

Mixes, full liquors and bitches and pine

We smokin' 'stead of Sid Vicious-ing lines

If you the bartender this is the crime

Servin' me a margarita, I get a heater if it’s missin' the lime

Drinkin' Caribou plus

I swear if you fuss

We added pineapple slices, even more flare when you fuck

Have 'em, intoxicated, get a little pop inflated

Sprite and Moscoto, then add a bit of vodka to get you rocked and faded

Have you contemplated

How you gettin' home this spot that’s overpopulated

With lots of ladies

That’s wit it and sex is non-debated, and none of 'em is ovulatin'

My na na puh wah wah dated was.

Intoxicated!

I’ve been told I can still stand on all ten toes

Intoxicated!

'Cause I been throwed

When I’m in funk, nigga, I didn’t fold

Intoxicated!

Walk up in the party, chicks throwin' me their pussy

Told her later, now little bitches on me, the pussy

I can turn down bitches like that, it ain’t nothin'

Even though she owe for two nights of flat-back fuckin'

If you lookin' for me, you can find me where the bar’s at

Intoxicated, inebriated, don’t know where the car’s at

I started drinkin' 'fore I came here tonight

Blazin' blunts back to back, so I came feelin' right

Lookin' for the right chick to put this thing in her life

And if a nigga wanna trip, it ain’t a thing, we can fight

We can party, we can fuck, or we can kick it

Or we can tear this motherfucker up, you dig it?

Either way, it don’t matter, 'cause I’m with it

I’m beating something the fuck down, do you get it?

If a nigga stepped quick, he get slapped quick

Then I pull the next chick, take her to my house and watch Netflix

I’ve been told I can still stand on all ten toes

Intoxicated!

'Cause I been throwed

When I’m in funk, nigga, I didn’t fold

Intoxicated!

Drinkin' since the sun came up, or 'fore it went down?

No tellin' man, I’m drunk as fuck, that’s how I gets down

And I’m about to fight or fuck, after this next round

Big fella like a monster truck, be knockin' shit down

They hate it when my villains is deep, and we in the building

We keep 'em deep in their feelings

We drinkin', cheefin', and chillin'

I’m clutching, touching the Ruger

And practice active as shooter

The whisky make me ruder, so I’ma blame it on the liquor

Big fella drinkin' and trippin

My phone bangin', I’m missin'

I’m laughing, mackin' these bitches

And I fucking these snitches

I’m rowdy, wild, and aggressive

A bar brawler, the best-est

I’m hooded proof, and I’m tested

Intoxicated profession

The top dog in my section

My balls is hangin', I’m flexin'

I’m way past the jeffin'

Which one of you bitches sexin'?

Undressin', blessing my brethren

Bitch, bust it open and get it

An average night when I’m present

You’re more than welcome to test it (Bitch)

I’ve been told I can still stand on all ten toes

Intoxicated!

'Cause I been throwed

When I’m in funk, nigga, I didn’t fold

Intoxicated!

I’m strictly business, I got paper on my speakerphone

I seen her booty, I said «Baby what you drinkin' on?»

I’m sippin' Bailey’s, plus the Rémy try’na creep up on

But I never stumbled, I just rolled up a bubble clone

Another shot, let me get the mob up in the b-b-block and

We put her puffin, plus I’m countin' on them panties droppin'

But don’t mistake me, fake me, 'cause I’m mackin'

I grip the milli, really, peel it back and

More than a rap song, bubble on my Motorola

They got them straps on 'em, they ride around the corna'

They got the axe on 'em, tippy on my tippy toes

They got the max on their backs, out to get you gone

Intoxicated, we just faded, get the swisher gun

We cop a fifth, and tip it back, and puff another one

We in this bitch, all them other niggas' overrated

You in the presence of them dogs, nigga

Intoxicated!

Drink, drink (hey!)

Drink, drink, drink (hey!)

Drink, drink, drink (hey!)

Drink, drink, drink, drink, bitch!

Drink, drink, drink (hey!)

Drink, drink, drink, bitch!

C’mon everybody let’s get…

Intoxicated!

I’ve been told I can still stand on all ten toes

Intoxicated!

'Cause I been throwed

When I’m in funk, nigga, I didn’t fold

Intoxicated!

I’ve been told I can still stand on all ten toes

Intoxicated!

'Cause I been throwed

When I’m in funk, nigga, I didn’t fold