CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : The Brew Took Me Unda
Here ye, here ye, y'all come kick it (Get a taste, get a taste)
Here ye, here ye, y'all come kick it (Get a taste, get a taste)
The hood done took me under, no wonder
I'm still, chillin' in the city with no pity
Stepped on my front porch to check my spot
to the store to get that crooked I shot
I gots to have it in my body
Bring about two or three cases to the party
Yeah, don't give me that old school chicken bottle
Don't try to fool son, I want the cool one
The black can is the one that I'm lookin' for
Make a stop at your neighborhood liquor store
I save a quarter, just to pour it down
Know it tastes good to my homies *censored*
My Gs [?] and we chill like the outsiders
On my front lawn, profilin' low-riders'
I hit the main *censored* get loose
Reached in my pocket, get out my deuce-deuce
St. Ides, St. Ides (Get a taste)
Here ye, here ye, y'all come kick it (Get a taste, get a taste)
The hood done took me under, no wonder
I'm still, chillin' in the city with no pity
Stepped on my front porch to check my spot
to the store to get that crooked I shot
I gots to have it in my body
Bring about two or three cases to the party
Yeah, don't give me that old school chicken bottle
Don't try to fool son, I want the cool one
The black can is the one that I'm lookin' for
Make a stop at your neighborhood liquor store
I save a quarter, just to pour it down
Know it tastes good to my homies *censored*
My Gs [?] and we chill like the outsiders
On my front lawn, profilin' low-riders'
I hit the main *censored* get loose
Reached in my pocket, get out my deuce-deuce
St. Ides, St. Ides (Get a taste)
