Brew Ha Ha! lyrics

Artist  : 2 Skinnee J`s 
Song : Brew Ha Ha!



 Send "Brew Ha Ha!" Ringtone to your Cell 

 TGIF cause the stress ends soon, ha ha

Your friends on your couch your discs rockin
tunes, ha ha

As you stand with your band in a room that is
strewn, ha ha

With Seuss juice, fruit loops, and old Yoo-Hoo's,
ha ha

Rounds of high fives and cries of “yea
dude�, ha ha

Smokin cigarettes and sippin witches' brew, ha
ha

It's kid tested, mom approved, ha ha

To make your jimmy swagger like the duke, ha
ha

Dressed in your best vest for club lagoon, ha
ha

And the teeny bikinis with the real pontoons, ha
ha

You're out the door and down the avenue, ha
ha

The shit's getting ill like refute



Enter the strobe light, exit harvest moon, ha
ha

Throngs of Paragons with your old platoon, ha
ha

They bet you to step to the one that's cute, ha
ha

As she stand with a man hope he's chicken like
Purdue, ha ha

If belligerence were affluent you'd be tycoon, ha
ha

Go to overthrow the prince and start a coo, ha
ha

But he's gone nuts like cashew he must be
introduced, ha ha

To your best friend, your best man, and new right
shoe, ha ha

Groups execute like John Wilkes Booth, ha ha

Control my chokehold four blows cause broken
tooth, ha ha

Fists bring the pain, rain like monsoon, ha
ha

Split the scene before you get the boot, ha
ha



You're the kind of guy who thinks that life is
simply passin ya

The last gas is graspin ya, and the last laugh
gets laughed at ya,

Is it comin true, what your friend said in the
last seats in back of ya

No they're wrong, like the way George Bush spoke
so amateur,

Assess the damages, and cast all those tags the
bullies ran at ya,

You're just disenchanted with Nasdaq like the cat
back in Atlanta was

You steal of the wheel the deal with the deck
they handed ya

With your outcast you're out last as old fears
have handed ya

And so we have ya, on your way of having your
first crack at Pamela,

She'll become the better half of ya,

Just hope the rest does not pass without somebody
slappin ya



Now you cruise like two groups who protects the
excuse

Go out half kinds with twice the attitude

It pulls lactic sick wanna kick like kung-fu,

Watched too much Bruce Lee, Jet Li, and John Woo,
limbo!

How low will you stoop as the sickness hold
pitfall 

And it and spreads like the flu,

Run with the wolf pack attack the chicken
coop,

Taxing on the next kid, “who you running
to?�

Yes, but I am turning, his ass black and blue

Pounce and bounce him into ICU,

I'm a traitor and taxi at home like pigeons
do,

Smile as you greet the morning dew