My Drinking Club Lyrics - Tha Hall Of Game - E-40

Step right up! 

From the East to the West, from the North to the South 

Sign up right'ere, your scheduled membership 

to the drinkin club 

Uhh... 

*chorus* 

They got you soaked (that's right) 

I see your cup up (drink it to em) 

Let's get drunk 

and get my fortune out of my drinking club 

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[E-40] 

E-40 in the C-L-I-C 

Stuck up in the house, party top celebrity 

Burpin and gurpin, gelchin the bourbon, lurkin around 

I'm seein all kinda broads, from outta town 

Uhh, top hots, tycoons, big cheeses 

Plus the perpetual jahahnjawel priestess 

Homies and lurkers and things like that up under the vertical shade 

Rovers in lamborghinis swimming pink bikinis, lingerie 

Tryin to knock her big ass by all bus lights on Fridays 

If you're not a member of my drinking club, sideways 

What kind of motherfuckin perculatoins you niggaz got 

up in the refridgerator? 

Who wanna join my drinkin club, sign up the legislature 

Might not know how to read and write but I do know how to count money 

You can call me Lieutenant Fuck a Hoe but all the ruskie runny 

You can dip but don't screw up, speakers on sub 

Beat your ass, my drinking club 

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*chorus w/ variations* 2X 

[Young Mugzi] 

I got you perved on some of the righteous, who's the tightest 

I'm down with pipes fifth and gallons of the finest nitrous 

Oh girl now pass the joint to the nigga big head 

Where I hear about your scheamin but the rotations I don't jinn 

Who dog sin? Big fin is what I'm rollin 

You know how I do, I got bunny boo boo grippin and totin 

Fools be pimpin, we guaranteed to have you spittin 

Bobcat tight, while I'm pullin secure out my linen 

I'm nothin but a baller, alkaholic bitches pop my collar 

Tearin down pussy walls in your motherfuckin daughter 

M-O-S, S-I-E 

M-U-G, and K-I-V 

Always to' with E-4-0 

Hit the air like cubes by a liquor store 

[E-40] 

Motherfuckers better know, we gets down like that 

Straighten up, beer mugs, my drinkin cup bitch! 

*chorus w/ variations* 2X 

So damn deep, I can't call it 

I guess I'm just an alkaholic 

Huh, dagnabbit, doggonit 

Ya Hillside hillbilly vomit 

Back and forth to the bathroom constantly 

All the actors gather up, and watch me 

Get super twisted highly afflicted every day a cherry 

Go on my body and throw up on the bartender 

Pull out a wad of money, ballers up to par 

Treat the whole party, by buyin up the bar 

Sharp pain and orange juice got my moose up 

Stainless artichokes, tequila poppes, Medusas 

Better prepare myself for the upset stomach, ohhh 

Stop by the M.P. on the way home and pick up a bottle of Pepto-Bismol 

Step right up now last call for alcohol 

Get your hurricane gorilla member here ya monsters 

That's right, cause when we and my motherfuckin entourage 

get together and we come back from a motherfuckin concert 

and the afterpaty jumpin off, I wanna see ID's, we got video cameras 

We checkin all you bastards under 21 or under 18 or whatever however 

Ya understand that? You better have your membership card 

if you wanna come join my motherfuckin drinkin club, understand that bitch? 

A: It's the drinkin club, we gets to' back main 

Once you drink with us, you won't be the same 

The drinkin club, we can't slow down main 

We're gonna drink you all, we got a monster pit 

That's right 

B: I wanna get high, I wanna get loaded 

and tuck, throw up, and drink again 

repeat A, first line of B, then chorus 5X (E-40 talking throughout)