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J Rosevelt - Southern Fried Style - Intro Part One Lyrics

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  • Straight liquor shots to the chest, burnin' like hot sauce,
  • 1800 fifth of tequila keepin that top off,
  • keg stand guzzlin', get my 4th of July on,
  • if I don't find my whip, then I'm passin' out in ya' front lawn,
  • Clayton County homemade moonshine, it be dumb strong,
  • so by the time I hit up the bar, I'm already dumb gone,
  • swervin' in and out of them lanes, officer f* off,
  • it won't no love between us to start, so it ain't no love lost,
  • and I'm still feelin' the buzz whenever I'm wakin' up,
  • if I ain't white boy wasted, I ain't drink enough,
  • and they tellin' me the best way for me to beat a hangover is to man the f* up again, get a drink and pour it up, (heugh)
  • so I'm, sippin' that cup when I'm in my ride, whippin' that truck and I'm feelin alright,
  • ain't nobody really gonna' f* up my high because I be on everything you know, alright?
  • Seagram Gin with lime, Blue Ribbon or Miller High Life, Smirnoff drink it straight on ice,
  • let me call up my homies so we can run up in the ABC before it closes tonight!
  • And I got the homemade brew on deck, who gone go next on the keg stand, you homie? better get your cup ready, when I fill it, I bet I have a sucka' wonderin' if I done put a shot of Everclear up in that there! (haha)
  • Kackolacky desperado, to out drink you my motto, don't want no kind of excuse, if you lose then you lose your honor, in the bar with a saloon's persona, 100 proof in the bottle, gimme the liquor and I get to drinkin' and pourin' it up and don't never throw up and go shot after shot till I drink up the bar and I'm leavin' the party and takin' it back to the crib and then open a case of the Seagram's, call up my homies, a couple of shorties and that's when the after party starts (oye!)
  • And I'm so proud to be and American, beer drinkin' Samaritan, livin' somewhere below the Mason Dixon of Maryland, supporting our troops who fight for our freedom and air that we can breathe and we share merrily, don't mean to be arrogant but, ain't no other place like the USA, hey, Memorial Day, I'm gettin' wasted, still I'm a genuine man, sippin' the Miller Genuine Draft by the cases (whew!)

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