the jar Another small step back for tha man at the bar (hey bartender) Spill a little bit of blood on the street For the love that goes to those who they
more Follow me home We all want more If ever beat down We know who we are / They know who we are If ever beat down We know who we are They all know we
cornet man A rootin', shootin', ever-tootin' Dapper Dan Who carries in his satchel A powder-blue Norfolk suit, A silver-plated wah-wah mute, There is whiskey
No one knows a better mother She's the guy who kills the sky Burns the night out when she goes away She's the boat in the sewer She's the old man with
get peeled rolling in my force field Like a nine with hollow points I keep rap flows that's ill So when you walkin down the block you better watch who
with my parters over land ha Now listen, I be wit killaz, guerillas, ridaz and head bustaz Drug dealers, wig splittaz, and Fed duckaz Don't be with no false man
help me I had a job but the boss man let me go He said I'm sorry but I won't be needing your help no more I said Please mister boss man I need this
whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who went to war Yes, call him, Drunken Ira Hayes, he won't answer anymore Not the whiskey-drinking Indian or the marine who
I don?t give an ass I?m not giving you fifty cents so that you can buy a forty and destroy a hotel party as the man who shrugs your mess up shrugs and
gave up like a fool and one reckless night just lookin' for my whiskey I found a bible mama gave me and read a while I read a story 'bout a man who lived
the window of the five and dime I couldn?t quite recall the name But the pose looked familiar to me So I asked the salesgirl "Who was that man Between
[Bushwick Bill] Yes We're here to talk about those who Are considered to be an elected official Who said it was official that when they was elected That
[Chorus x4: Sample from "Alabama Song (Whiskey Bar)" by The Doors] Show me the way to the next Whiskey Bar [Verse 1:] I'm the young kid with a 40 ounce
The Dutchman's not the kind of man Who keeps his thumb jammed in the dam That holds his dreams in, But that's a secret that only Margaret knows. When
show you the young man With some many reasons why There but for fortune Go you or I Show me the alley Show me the train Show me the hobo Who sleeps out
[Verse 1: Ill Bill] Yo, yo, yo I been an outlaw and a gambler long as I can remember Drink whiskey from a bottle and always carry a banger Poker-faced
It smells like a petting zoo The whole day seems like fiction Fuck man I don?t know what to do Oh no ! that was dad?s whiskey Oh no ! that was mum?s