Kinda high kinda drunk lyrics

Artist  : Coolio 
Song : Kinda high kinda drunk
 
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball
Chorus: repeat 4X
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin, beer-beer drinkin, eight ball
Verse One:
I'm sittin' at the bar with a hundred dollar bill
The homies is runnin' late so I got some time to
kill
I'm peepin' out this freak in the booth in the
corner
I think I seen her rollin a Noble, nosin under
and moanin
Two hookers walked in and they was lookin' for a
vic
But they, kept on passin' me by coz they can
recognize a trick
Twenty minutes later and two double shots of yak
I take a look up at the clock, now where the FUCK
the homies at
I feel my pagers on my hipbone, who could it be
Cuz I done talked to everybody that I was 'sposed
to see
Hahaa! Now I know, the story is told
And I don't even call 'em back cuz they don't
know the homie cold
I recieved a page my niggers from the phone in
the back
I got a wink from a fine ass sista dressed in
black
Another double shout of yak and now the room is
spinnin'
But that's only the beginning, god damn!
Chorus
Verse Two:
I take a walk out to the front to get myself some
air and
see if I see the homies, but they still ain't
there
There's a fool outside drunk and he want to get
into it
I was strapped I coulda killed him, but I didn't
do it
I opted for the walk-away, watch the busta talk
away
So mister policeman, you can put your chalk away
I mobb back in the club, and, kick it at my table
Cause, niggaz be acting stupid, and stupid shit
is fatal
 
The homies is hella late, and now I'm startin' to
think
Homegirl that gave me the wink from earlier just
bought me a drink
She's sittin' at a stool at the other side of the
bar
Doing tricks with her tounge and a cherry like a
porno star
The club is gettin' packed and the party is
jumpin
Another double shot of yak and I'm on the
dancefloor bumpin'
She's licking in my ear and, now I'm feeling
faded
It's 11:35 and the homies still ain't made it
Chorus
Verse Three:
Now I'm on the dance floor with baby and, shit is
gettin' hectic
The big homey done erected, damn I've been
affected
By the funk in the boom and the booty in the room
This ain't the Commodores but this Brick House
got me on zoom
Now I'm mackin and struttin and asking baby
wassup
My name ain't Everlast, but I can still make you
jump
let's, hope in the Q and go somewhere and kick it
like some Trojans
We can do a little drinkin, and do a little
smoking
When all of a sudden I start sweatin', my stomach
starts bubblin'
I hear earl coming, I think I'm in trouble *vomit
sounds*
Ahh shit, I got baby on her titties
I guess there go my chances of gettin with her
kitty
I turn around and stumble away and there go the
homies with
long ass trenchcoats on, laughing, sippin on 40's
Now I'm in the back of my own car curled up like
a punk
Cuz I got too high and uhh, got too drunk
Chorus
[Big throw up S-P-L-A-S-H]
SHIT!