The Specktators - Type Nice Lyrics
Verse 1I pop the top off the drink of the nightIf you’re not feeling it yet, you’re not drinkin it rightWhile you’re sittin there nursing itI just took a shot, took my dude’s beat box, and threw a verse in itDang…we the life of the party aren’t weGetting retardy, sippin BacardiDrinkin it faster, than a FerrariAin’t no controlling me, what are you Ari?What am I Vince? Maybe LombardiCuz I be popping champagne like I’m winning the gameIf you’re not on my team you’ll be sorryWhere does my gang go? Any residence where the dr-drinks flowWhere the fine ass choes at and the wine flows atEverybody knows that…Girl, where your clothes at?Oh, the wine’s kickin in, or it might be HeinekenShe’s working that behind again, somebody should remind me thatI’m drunk!Cuz I might make some bad decisionsI can’t even see straight, I might need some supervisionWave your hand up in my face, and you won’t get no two for flinchinCuz I’m passed out, I’m not waking up, ain’t no point in pinchin hahHookSee me on the town I bet I’m fadedDon’t hear my song at the club? They already played itI-i-i-im feeling type niceDrinks on the house, that’s the right price soGimme four of those, more dough to blowAnd a couple more forties okayI…Dr-dr-drink it like there’s no tomorrowAin’t no need to get the shot glasses, I drink it from the bottle ah!Straight from the bottle ah! Straight from the bottle ah!Straight from the bottle. To the bottom of the bottle.Verse 2Act like you don’t know, how I got so throwedI’m faded off the soco or it could be the 4 Lokos thoGood thing I’m 21 now so the popo’s not gon get meAll I see is hoe hoe hoe’s, but they’re not sliding down the chimneyWhat is up with these, up with these, uppity choesThat are lookin for companyThe night is y-y-young, and I ain’t done drinkin bottles of bubblyBy the time I am, any ugly girls’ll be lookin like at least 8’sAnd they’re tryna get on, but since I’m a GAll they’re getting is a gee thanksBack to my free dranks, I think I’m ready for another roundI do the homerun, give her the runaroundShe could give another dude brain, let him dumb her downOld thirsty chick, I’m thirsty too, but for this liqourYou been lookin at that drink, so long, you got, a mental pic-tureDrink it uuup, and pass it, throw it back like it’s classicThen throw it up like it’s nasty, we’re countin rounds like drafteesDon’t ask me if I’m hamskied, I drink whatever I damn please,I’m tryna find my damn keys, I’m drunkHookSee me on the town I bet I’m fadedDon’t hear my song at the club? They already played itI-i-i-im feeling type niceDrinks on the house, that’s the right price soGimme four of those, more dough to blowAnd a couple more forties okayI…Dr-dr-drink it like there’s no tomorrowAin’t no need to get the shot glasses, I drink it from the bottle ah!Straight from the bottle ah! Straight from the bottle ah!Straight from the bottle. To the bottom of the bottle.
