91771 - Music Blues

Yeah, I’m in the lab, no pad, no pen

Just a styrofoam cup I can pour a four in

Up in the studio, me and my drank

Deezle on the beat and let me do my thang

Thinkin' 'bout a certain, certain somebody

That perfect somebody, sexy purple body

She got service road curves, and highway eyes

The road to her soul, just follow the road signs

And holla if you hear me, I love it when she’s near me

I hate when she’s away, and Satan’ll see the day

That Hell freeze over before I let her go

And let one of you bitch niggas get her, no, no, no

You don’t know how to treat her

You don’t know that I need her, hey

Do you know that I need ya?

'Cause baby, right now

It feel like the whole world is against me

Ever since the death of Pimp C

But me, I’m up in the studio, me and my drank

Me and my drank, me and my drank

I’m up in the studio, me and my drank

Me and my drank, me and my drank

And you sit on 24's, I sip on 24's

You sit on 24's, I sip on 24's

Drop a four in a 20 ounce and call it 24's

Drop a four in a 20 ounce and call it 24's

I’m riding out, leaning, never nodding out

My girl tripping, damn I gotta hear my momma mouth

My homeboys say I should slow down a little

But that shit I’m on make me slow down a lot

You bottle pop, I buy a bottled pop

Drop some syrup in it, get out my Waffle House

I live in Wayne’s World, represent our South

And this how we do it, do it in our South

One more ounce’d make me feel so great

Wait, now I can’t feel my face

Up in the studio, me and my drank

Me and my drank, me and my drank

Up in the studio, me and my drank

Me and my drank, me and my drank

Will somebody please, please double cup me?

And everybody please, please don’t judge me

Will somebody please, please double cup me?

And everybody please, please don’t judge me

Up in the studio, me and my drank

Me and my drank, me-me and my drank

Up-up-up in the studio, me and my drank

Me and my drank (Yeah) me-me-me and my drank

Now for all y’all who ain’t heard of him

Mr. M-O-E, the Barre Baby

Was a Southside living legend

Of 3rd Ward, bone hard, street veteran

And it all started in '93

High school, he was a fool, he was only 18

With the dreams of becoming a ghetto superstar

Rollin' in foreign cars through the streets of 3rd Ward

It was all momma leave 'em with, a trace of Mo-E

And promethazine, now he the codeine fiend

And his team was the coldest, every day they rolled thick

Niggas and hoes on dick cause that’s that Screwed Up Clique

The Barre Baby, the Barre Baby

Barre Baby, yeah

I sip that Big Moe, I drink that Pimp C

Rest in peace Big Moe, rest in peace Pimp C

I sip that Big Moe, I drink that Pimp C

Rest in peace Big Moe, rest in peace Pimp C

And fuck what they say

Mr. DJ Screw, I’ma do this for you

Up in the studio, me and my drank

Me and my drank, me-me and my drank

Up-up-up in the studio, me and my drank (Yeah, yeah)

Me and my drank, me-me-me and my drank

I usually don’t do this but, uh…

Yeah, T you gotta feel me

Sippin' on some drank the color purple like Celie

Really, they say I should chill before it kills me

But so will a car crash or a nine milli (That's true)

And I ain’t even mention cigarettes or airplanes

So grab a Sprite, here’s a pint we can share, Wayne

Yeah mayne, tastes so sweet

And I ain’t gonna have a seat cause I don’t wanna fall asleep

So just pour it in my drink and I’ma sip until I lean hard

Drank got me moving slower than a retard

So press record, and hear these hot raps (You know I got 'em)

I’m in the booth, cup on me like a jock-strap (I ain’t lying)

And I will not nap until the bottle’s empty

Then I pour a little more for Pat, Screw and Pimp C (Rest in peace)

And I would stop but believe that I can’t

So 'til Short is gone, it’s just me and my drank, my drank

Up in the studio, me and my drank

Me and my drank, me-me and my drank

Up-up-up in the studio, me and my drank

Me and my drank, me-me-me and my drank

Up in the studio, me and my drank

Me and my drank, me-me and my drank

Up-up-up in the studio, me and my drank

Me and my drank, me-me-me and my drank

Me and my drank

Up in the studio, someone pour another four

Oh, oh, yeah

I told the bitch one more ounce will make me feel so great

Wait, now I can’t feel my face

Will somebody please, please double cup me?

And tell the world please, please don’t judge me

Will somebody please, please double cup me?

And everybody please, please don’t judge me

You sit on 24's, we sip on 24's

You sit on 24's, we, we, we

Drop a four in the 20 ounce and call it 24's

Drop a four in the 20 ounce and call it 24's

Yeah, I’m in the lab, no pad, no pen

Just a styrofoam cup I can pour a four in