lirik lagu down with webster - odies
just take another sip of the odie,
so you don’t have to feel lonely,
just take another sip of the odie,
cause we all out to get loaded.
once upon a kegger i was coolin’ with webster,
puffin’ mella underneath an umbrella,
surrounded by some imports and people drinking stella
but what was in my hand did fine by this fella,
who somewhere in the gr-ss crossed paths with a l-ss
who said she had a man but his head’s in his -ss,
so i offered her some odies and she said that i was trash,
who was i to act fast not an ounce of cl-ss and i should only come back when i’m stacking cash.
i said i’m rif raf, b-tch! what the f-ck is on your mind?
and she said a cat nap, a california veggie wrap,
whatever’s on tap and a tab of e.
i said sh-t, now, girl. do you wanna know what’s on mine?
i want a fat sac of budda for the pickin,
a bucket of fried chicken, a bottle of old e!
just take another sip of the odie,
so you don’t have to feel lonely,
just take another sip of the odie,
cause we all out to get loaded.
x2
well we was chillin like some villians, feelin’ high as the ceiling,
bored as f-ck but ain’t got nowhere to go.
and since we chillin and illin, and yo it seemed a little thrillin
that d-dub should crash a party for sure.
but sh-t man, i’m feelin’ kinda dry again,
i need a drink and i ain’t talkin’ about heinekin,
only got one thing on my mind, my friends, that’s sippin odies,
smokin blunts, and gettin high again, that’s right!
odies, odies, bo-bodies, no bottles, cans, we drink 40s,
we gettin throttled with shorties and that’s what i’m talkin’ ’bout!
that’s right, we started, no bars or clubs we’d get carded,
the odies get us r-t-rded, and that’s what i’m talkin’ ’bout!
when it comes down to it, only a few things i need.
so how you goin’ kick it? sh-t you know me,
i need a fat spliff, a stereo that’s kickin’,
a mic up in my fist and a bottle of odie.
just take another sip of the odie,
so you don’t have to feel lonely,
just take another sip of the odie,
cause we all out to get loaded.
x2
okey-dokey, p-ss me an odie,
a little bag of smoke and a pack of rollies
some people call it old e, i call em odies
i don’t care what you be callin’ it just p-ss me a 40.
just take another sip of the odie,
so you don’t have to feel lonely,
just take another sip of the odie,
cause we all out to get loaded.
x4
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