My friend yousta be thin
He`s get all the women
We`d go kick it at the bar
But his drinkin` went too far
He could see over his belt
The brotha was slim and svelte
But the gut snuck up while he wasn`t lookin`
And the beer stood firm within
Beergut - Gettin` in the way of things
Beergut - No longer can he see his nuts
Beergut - He will keep drinkin` till he throws up
He`s got the dunlap disease
His gut is troubled trapped
When his gut lap over his belt buckle
When he chuckle it pinch the belt buckle
My Hommie`s arms and legs are thin
His Gut is filled with Heineken
40 ounce chug-a-lugs of Old English Saint Ides
Budweiser
Beergut - Gettin` in the way of things
Beergut - No longer can he see his nuts
Beergut - He will keep drinkin` till he throws up
Then we leave from the bar
We go to the homestead
Get a six pack and turn on the TV
Roll a joint and toke it to the head
Then when the munchies take over
We will raid the convenience store
Grubbin` and scarfin` and f**ked up
And the Beergut grows some more
Beergut - Gettin` in the way of things
Beergut - No longer can he see his nuts
Beergut - He will keep drinkin` till he throws up
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