[{"id":9657875,"name":"Drink Irish","trackName":"Drink Irish","artistName":"Apollo Brown","albumName":"Blasphemy","duration":280.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Some fuckin' is good for you, though, Jack. Gettin' some pussy beats havin' a war. I ain't lyin', cummin' is a lot of fun\n\nDrink Irish, smoke Jamaican\nFuck Brazilian model chicks on vacation\nShag hot Swedish girls on holiday\nThat's the American way\n\nYou ain't in, early sobriety, girlie don't lie to me\nI dirty your diary, your eyes all perverted and fiery\nHer in the lobby, slurrin' and probably higher than I be\nDawg you're connivin', fast livin', how we're survivin'\nObvious I've been, brought up, caught up in violence\nPsychotic, narcotic, hot white product environments\nSirens in bunches comin' to stop the bullets and punches\nStreets is bloodthirsty, obnoxious, full of [?]\nRunnin' 'em up, shitfaced, with her in the truck\nCuttin' it off, I'm grabbin' on her cunt and her muff\nShe wanted it rough\nTold me that she liked to be choked\nAnd get her hair pulled, I don't know, it might be the coke\nBut I'm a weirdo, kept her till the night could be broke\nDrop her off, polish off a pint and light me a smoke\nI don't need to be fixed cause I ain't actually broke\nAnd at 7: 58 I'm waitin' the Paki to open\n\nDrink Irish, smoke Jamaican\nFuck a bad Canadian on vacation\nBag a Japanese girl on holiday\nNo work and all play\n\nDrink Irish when there's no Tennessee\nI wanna dick her down, one pint Hennessy\nI know you've got Antonio mad, just don't let me see\nGive me a jager without the bomb, no energy\nGuzzle like a V-12, there's no end to me\nGot it goin' on, I'm the envy of my enemy\nThis ain't no trust fund money, work carefully\nEverything I have I obtained independently\nThe sickest man alive needs therapy\nATM account, no crutch, no parakeet\nDo it all tonight, tomorrow's not guaranteed\nFreeloaders fillin' up their cup where the [?] be\nThey got 5 on it, but drink 20 worth\nGentlemen jacks G, go ahead and serve\nLet me get my purp, swerve, look for a miniskirt\nFind a little bunny, let's see if the Henny work\n\nJameson, breakfast of Champions\nThey love American, black, worldwide for rappin', son\nI'm on spring break in summer time\nGet to your girl's bottom like an underline\nGoodbye bitches, good night bitches\nLeft stroke def with a mean right, bitches\nDone 'em right, bitches, kegel all day\nAnd keep it tight, bitches, even you dyke bitches\nWe doin' keg stands in the Netherlands\nShe blowin' me backstage and I just met her, man\nAnd never took it out her mouth at all\nBlame it on the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-alcohol and molly\nProlly roll a couple spliffs then afterparty\nThen after hours, then R. Kelly time\nThat's golden showers, and she off the powder\nMy Aston Martin is like Austin Powers\n\nP!\nDrink Irish, sniff Dominican\nKill your whole family, tree branch Levitican\nDope comes three times, where the fuck is my dividends?\nSimple rhymes from Sean but Sean ain't no simpleton\nMedicated master, dedicated rapper\nSchool of hard knocks, ock the educated rapper\nStreet smart on MLK Boulevard\nEntourage packin' a gun, my son camouflaged\nAfrican ape, Jack Johnson, King Kong\nSlapped to your face, Charles Bronson the big [?]\nGunned up already, thumbs up, Fonzarelli\nSmacked over stupid shit cause Sean petty\nType to get your shit split in the club\nAnd then have a peace treaty, nip the shit in the bud\nYou let shit pass, nigga\nFuck out my face, you bitch ass nigga, P","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Drink Irish\n  artist: Apollo Brown\n  album: Blasphemy\n  duration_ms: 280000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Some fuckin' is good for you, though, Jack. Gettin' some pussy beats havin' a war. I ain't lyin', cummin' is a lot of fun\n\n  Drink Irish, smoke Jamaican\n  Fuck Brazilian model chicks on vacation\n  Shag hot Swedish girls on holiday\n  That's the American way\n\n  You ain't in, early sobriety, girlie don't lie to me\n  I dirty your diary, your eyes all perverted and fiery\n  Her in the lobby, slurrin' and probably higher than I be\n  Dawg you're connivin', fast livin', how we're survivin'\n  Obvious I've been, brought up, caught up in violence\n  Psychotic, narcotic, hot white product environments\n  Sirens in bunches comin' to stop the bullets and punches\n  Streets is bloodthirsty, obnoxious, full of [?]\n  Runnin' 'em up, shitfaced, with her in the truck\n  Cuttin' it off, I'm grabbin' on her cunt and her muff\n  She wanted it rough\n  Told me that she liked to be choked\n  And get her hair pulled, I don't know, it might be the coke\n  But I'm a weirdo, kept her till the night could be broke\n  Drop her off, polish off a pint and light me a smoke\n  I don't need to be fixed cause I ain't actually broke\n  And at 7: 58 I'm waitin' the Paki to open\n\n  Drink Irish, smoke Jamaican\n  Fuck a bad Canadian on vacation\n  Bag a Japanese girl on holiday\n  No work and all play\n\n  Drink Irish when there's no Tennessee\n  I wanna dick her down, one pint Hennessy\n  I know you've got Antonio mad, just don't let me see\n  Give me a jager without the bomb, no energy\n  Guzzle like a V-12, there's no end to me\n  Got it goin' on, I'm the envy of my enemy\n  This ain't no trust fund money, work carefully\n  Everything I have I obtained independently\n  The sickest man alive needs therapy\n  ATM account, no crutch, no parakeet\n  Do it all tonight, tomorrow's not guaranteed\n  Freeloaders fillin' up their cup where the [?] be\n  They got 5 on it, but drink 20 worth\n  Gentlemen jacks G, go ahead and serve\n  Let me get my purp, swerve, look for a miniskirt\n  Find a little bunny, let's see if the Henny work\n\n  Jameson, breakfast of Champions\n  They love American, black, worldwide for rappin', son\n  I'm on spring break in summer time\n  Get to your girl's bottom like an underline\n  Goodbye bitches, good night bitches\n  Left stroke def with a mean right, bitches\n  Done 'em right, bitches, kegel all day\n  And keep it tight, bitches, even you dyke bitches\n  We doin' keg stands in the Netherlands\n  She blowin' me backstage and I just met her, man\n  And never took it out her mouth at all\n  Blame it on the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-alcohol and molly\n  Prolly roll a couple spliffs then afterparty\n  Then after hours, then R. Kelly time\n  That's golden showers, and she off the powder\n  My Aston Martin is like Austin Powers\n\n  P!\n  Drink Irish, sniff Dominican\n  Kill your whole family, tree branch Levitican\n  Dope comes three times, where the fuck is my dividends?\n  Simple rhymes from Sean but Sean ain't no simpleton\n  Medicated master, dedicated rapper\n  School of hard knocks, ock the educated rapper\n  Street smart on MLK Boulevard\n  Entourage packin' a gun, my son camouflaged\n  African ape, Jack Johnson, King Kong\n  Slapped to your face, Charles Bronson the big [?]\n  Gunned up already, thumbs up, Fonzarelli\n  Smacked over stupid shit cause Sean petty\n  Type to get your shit split in the club\n  And then have a peace treaty, nip the shit in the bud\n  You let shit pass, nigga\n  Fuck out my face, you bitch ass nigga, P\n"},{"id":16969166,"name":"Drink Irish","trackName":"Drink Irish","artistName":"Apollo Brown & Ras Kass","albumName":"Blasphemy","duration":279.601542,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Some fuckin' is good for you, though, Jack. Gettin' some pussy beats havin' a war. I ain't lyin', cummin' is a lot of fun\n\nDrink Irish, smoke Jamaican\nFuck Brazilian model chicks on vacation\nShag hot Swedish girls on holiday\nThat's the American way\n\nYou ain't in, early sobriety, girlie don't lie to me\nI dirty your diary, your eyes all perverted and fiery\nHer in the lobby, slurrin' and probably higher than I be\nDawg you're connivin', fast livin', how we're survivin'\nObvious I've been, brought up, caught up in violence\nPsychotic, narcotic, hot white product environments\nSirens in bunches comin' to stop the bullets and punches\nStreets is bloodthirsty, obnoxious, full of [?]\nRunnin' 'em up, shitfaced, with her in the truck\nCuttin' it off, I'm grabbin' on her cunt and her muff\nShe wanted it rough\nTold me that she liked to be choked\nAnd get her hair pulled, I don't know, it might be the coke\nBut I'm a weirdo, kept her till the night could be broke\nDrop her off, polish off a pint and light me a smoke\nI don't need to be fixed cause I ain't actually broke\nAnd at 7: 58 I'm waitin' the Paki to open\n\nDrink Irish, smoke Jamaican\nFuck a bad Canadian on vacation\nBag a Japanese girl on holiday\nNo work and all play\n\nDrink Irish when there's no Tennessee\nI wanna dick her down, one pint Hennessy\nI know you've got Antonio mad, just don't let me see\nGive me a jager without the bomb, no energy\nGuzzle like a V-12, there's no end to me\nGot it goin' on, I'm the envy of my enemy\nThis ain't no trust fund money, work carefully\nEverything I have I obtained independently\nThe sickest man alive needs therapy\nATM account, no crutch, no parakeet\nDo it all tonight, tomorrow's not guaranteed\nFreeloaders fillin' up their cup where the [?] be\nThey got 5 on it, but drink 20 worth\nGentlemen jacks G, go ahead and serve\nLet me get my purp, swerve, look for a miniskirt\nFind a little bunny, let's see if the Henny work\n\nJameson, breakfast of Champions\nThey love American, black, worldwide for rappin', son\nI'm on spring break in summer time\nGet to your girl's bottom like an underline\nGoodbye bitches, good night bitches\nLeft stroke def with a mean right, bitches\nDone 'em right, bitches, kegel all day\nAnd keep it tight, bitches, even you dyke bitches\nWe doin' keg stands in the Netherlands\nShe blowin' me backstage and I just met her, man\nAnd never took it out her mouth at all\nBlame it on the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-alcohol and molly\nProlly roll a couple spliffs then afterparty\nThen after hours, then R. Kelly time\nThat's golden showers, and she off the powder\nMy Aston Martin is like Austin Powers\n\nP!\nDrink Irish, sniff Dominican\nKill your whole family, tree branch Levitican\nDope comes three times, where the fuck is my dividends?\nSimple rhymes from Sean but Sean ain't no simpleton\nMedicated master, dedicated rapper\nSchool of hard knocks, ock the educated rapper\nStreet smart on MLK Boulevard\nEntourage packin' a gun, my son camouflaged\nAfrican ape, Jack Johnson, King Kong\nSlapped to your face, Charles Bronson the big [?]\nGunned up already, thumbs up, Fonzarelli\nSmacked over stupid shit cause Sean petty\nType to get your shit split in the club\nAnd then have a peace treaty, nip the shit in the bud\nYou let shit pass, nigga\nFuck out my face, you bitch ass nigga, P","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Drink Irish\n  artist: Apollo Brown & Ras Kass\n  album: Blasphemy\n  duration_ms: 279602\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Some fuckin' is good for you, though, Jack. Gettin' some pussy beats havin' a war. I ain't lyin', cummin' is a lot of fun\n\n  Drink Irish, smoke Jamaican\n  Fuck Brazilian model chicks on vacation\n  Shag hot Swedish girls on holiday\n  That's the American way\n\n  You ain't in, early sobriety, girlie don't lie to me\n  I dirty your diary, your eyes all perverted and fiery\n  Her in the lobby, slurrin' and probably higher than I be\n  Dawg you're connivin', fast livin', how we're survivin'\n  Obvious I've been, brought up, caught up in violence\n  Psychotic, narcotic, hot white product environments\n  Sirens in bunches comin' to stop the bullets and punches\n  Streets is bloodthirsty, obnoxious, full of [?]\n  Runnin' 'em up, shitfaced, with her in the truck\n  Cuttin' it off, I'm grabbin' on her cunt and her muff\n  She wanted it rough\n  Told me that she liked to be choked\n  And get her hair pulled, I don't know, it might be the coke\n  But I'm a weirdo, kept her till the night could be broke\n  Drop her off, polish off a pint and light me a smoke\n  I don't need to be fixed cause I ain't actually broke\n  And at 7: 58 I'm waitin' the Paki to open\n\n  Drink Irish, smoke Jamaican\n  Fuck a bad Canadian on vacation\n  Bag a Japanese girl on holiday\n  No work and all play\n\n  Drink Irish when there's no Tennessee\n  I wanna dick her down, one pint Hennessy\n  I know you've got Antonio mad, just don't let me see\n  Give me a jager without the bomb, no energy\n  Guzzle like a V-12, there's no end to me\n  Got it goin' on, I'm the envy of my enemy\n  This ain't no trust fund money, work carefully\n  Everything I have I obtained independently\n  The sickest man alive needs therapy\n  ATM account, no crutch, no parakeet\n  Do it all tonight, tomorrow's not guaranteed\n  Freeloaders fillin' up their cup where the [?] be\n  They got 5 on it, but drink 20 worth\n  Gentlemen jacks G, go ahead and serve\n  Let me get my purp, swerve, look for a miniskirt\n  Find a little bunny, let's see if the Henny work\n\n  Jameson, breakfast of Champions\n  They love American, black, worldwide for rappin', son\n  I'm on spring break in summer time\n  Get to your girl's bottom like an underline\n  Goodbye bitches, good night bitches\n  Left stroke def with a mean right, bitches\n  Done 'em right, bitches, kegel all day\n  And keep it tight, bitches, even you dyke bitches\n  We doin' keg stands in the Netherlands\n  She blowin' me backstage and I just met her, man\n  And never took it out her mouth at all\n  Blame it on the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-alcohol and molly\n  Prolly roll a couple spliffs then afterparty\n  Then after hours, then R. Kelly time\n  That's golden showers, and she off the powder\n  My Aston Martin is like Austin Powers\n\n  P!\n  Drink Irish, sniff Dominican\n  Kill your whole family, tree branch Levitican\n  Dope comes three times, where the fuck is my dividends?\n  Simple rhymes from Sean but Sean ain't no simpleton\n  Medicated master, dedicated rapper\n  School of hard knocks, ock the educated rapper\n  Street smart on MLK Boulevard\n  Entourage packin' a gun, my son camouflaged\n  African ape, Jack Johnson, King Kong\n  Slapped to your face, Charles Bronson the big [?]\n  Gunned up already, thumbs up, Fonzarelli\n  Smacked over stupid shit cause Sean petty\n  Type to get your shit split in the club\n  And then have a peace treaty, nip the shit in the bud\n  You let shit pass, nigga\n  Fuck out my face, you bitch ass nigga, P\n"},{"id":21629574,"name":"Drink Irish","trackName":"Drink Irish","artistName":"Apollo Brown, Ras Kass, Slaine, Sick Jacken, Sean Price","albumName":"Blasphemy","duration":279.648,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Some fuckin' is good for you, though, Jack. Gettin' some pussy beats havin' a war. I ain't lyin', cummin' is a lot of fun\n\nDrink Irish, smoke Jamaican\nFuck Brazilian model chicks on vacation\nShag hot Swedish girls on holiday\nThat's the American way\n\nYou ain't in, early sobriety, girlie don't lie to me\nI dirty your diary, your eyes all perverted and fiery\nHer in the lobby, slurrin' and probably higher than I be\nDawg you're connivin', fast livin', how we're survivin'\nObvious I've been, brought up, caught up in violence\nPsychotic, narcotic, hot white product environments\nSirens in bunches comin' to stop the bullets and punches\nStreets is bloodthirsty, obnoxious, full of [?]\nRunnin' 'em up, shitfaced, with her in the truck\nCuttin' it off, I'm grabbin' on her cunt and her muff\nShe wanted it rough\nTold me that she liked to be choked\nAnd get her hair pulled, I don't know, it might be the coke\nBut I'm a weirdo, kept her till the night could be broke\nDrop her off, polish off a pint and light me a smoke\nI don't need to be fixed cause I ain't actually broke\nAnd at 7: 58 I'm waitin' the Paki to open\n\nDrink Irish, smoke Jamaican\nFuck a bad Canadian on vacation\nBag a Japanese girl on holiday\nNo work and all play\n\nDrink Irish when there's no Tennessee\nI wanna dick her down, one pint Hennessy\nI know you've got Antonio mad, just don't let me see\nGive me a jager without the bomb, no energy\nGuzzle like a V-12, there's no end to me\nGot it goin' on, I'm the envy of my enemy\nThis ain't no trust fund money, work carefully\nEverything I have I obtained independently\nThe sickest man alive needs therapy\nATM account, no crutch, no parakeet\nDo it all tonight, tomorrow's not guaranteed\nFreeloaders fillin' up their cup where the [?] be\nThey got 5 on it, but drink 20 worth\nGentlemen jacks G, go ahead and serve\nLet me get my purp, swerve, look for a miniskirt\nFind a little bunny, let's see if the Henny work\n\nJameson, breakfast of Champions\nThey love American, black, worldwide for rappin', son\nI'm on spring break in summer time\nGet to your girl's bottom like an underline\nGoodbye bitches, good night bitches\nLeft stroke def with a mean right, bitches\nDone 'em right, bitches, kegel all day\nAnd keep it tight, bitches, even you dyke bitches\nWe doin' keg stands in the Netherlands\nShe blowin' me backstage and I just met her, man\nAnd never took it out her mouth at all\nBlame it on the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-alcohol and molly\nProlly roll a couple spliffs then afterparty\nThen after hours, then R. Kelly time\nThat's golden showers, and she off the powder\nMy Aston Martin is like Austin Powers\n\nP!\nDrink Irish, sniff Dominican\nKill your whole family, tree branch Levitican\nDope comes three times, where the fuck is my dividends?\nSimple rhymes from Sean but Sean ain't no simpleton\nMedicated master, dedicated rapper\nSchool of hard knocks, ock the educated rapper\nStreet smart on MLK Boulevard\nEntourage packin' a gun, my son camouflaged\nAfrican ape, Jack Johnson, King Kong\nSlapped to your face, Charles Bronson the big [?]\nGunned up already, thumbs up, Fonzarelli\nSmacked over stupid shit cause Sean petty\nType to get your shit split in the club\nAnd then have a peace treaty, nip the shit in the bud\nYou let shit pass, nigga\nFuck out my face, you bitch ass nigga, P","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Drink Irish\n  artist: Apollo Brown, Ras Kass, Slaine, Sick Jacken, Sean Price\n  album: Blasphemy\n  duration_ms: 279648\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Some fuckin' is good for you, though, Jack. Gettin' some pussy beats havin' a war. I ain't lyin', cummin' is a lot of fun\n\n  Drink Irish, smoke Jamaican\n  Fuck Brazilian model chicks on vacation\n  Shag hot Swedish girls on holiday\n  That's the American way\n\n  You ain't in, early sobriety, girlie don't lie to me\n  I dirty your diary, your eyes all perverted and fiery\n  Her in the lobby, slurrin' and probably higher than I be\n  Dawg you're connivin', fast livin', how we're survivin'\n  Obvious I've been, brought up, caught up in violence\n  Psychotic, narcotic, hot white product environments\n  Sirens in bunches comin' to stop the bullets and punches\n  Streets is bloodthirsty, obnoxious, full of [?]\n  Runnin' 'em up, shitfaced, with her in the truck\n  Cuttin' it off, I'm grabbin' on her cunt and her muff\n  She wanted it rough\n  Told me that she liked to be choked\n  And get her hair pulled, I don't know, it might be the coke\n  But I'm a weirdo, kept her till the night could be broke\n  Drop her off, polish off a pint and light me a smoke\n  I don't need to be fixed cause I ain't actually broke\n  And at 7: 58 I'm waitin' the Paki to open\n\n  Drink Irish, smoke Jamaican\n  Fuck a bad Canadian on vacation\n  Bag a Japanese girl on holiday\n  No work and all play\n\n  Drink Irish when there's no Tennessee\n  I wanna dick her down, one pint Hennessy\n  I know you've got Antonio mad, just don't let me see\n  Give me a jager without the bomb, no energy\n  Guzzle like a V-12, there's no end to me\n  Got it goin' on, I'm the envy of my enemy\n  This ain't no trust fund money, work carefully\n  Everything I have I obtained independently\n  The sickest man alive needs therapy\n  ATM account, no crutch, no parakeet\n  Do it all tonight, tomorrow's not guaranteed\n  Freeloaders fillin' up their cup where the [?] be\n  They got 5 on it, but drink 20 worth\n  Gentlemen jacks G, go ahead and serve\n  Let me get my purp, swerve, look for a miniskirt\n  Find a little bunny, let's see if the Henny work\n\n  Jameson, breakfast of Champions\n  They love American, black, worldwide for rappin', son\n  I'm on spring break in summer time\n  Get to your girl's bottom like an underline\n  Goodbye bitches, good night bitches\n  Left stroke def with a mean right, bitches\n  Done 'em right, bitches, kegel all day\n  And keep it tight, bitches, even you dyke bitches\n  We doin' keg stands in the Netherlands\n  She blowin' me backstage and I just met her, man\n  And never took it out her mouth at all\n  Blame it on the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-alcohol and molly\n  Prolly roll a couple spliffs then afterparty\n  Then after hours, then R. Kelly time\n  That's golden showers, and she off the powder\n  My Aston Martin is like Austin Powers\n\n  P!\n  Drink Irish, sniff Dominican\n  Kill your whole family, tree branch Levitican\n  Dope comes three times, where the fuck is my dividends?\n  Simple rhymes from Sean but Sean ain't no simpleton\n  Medicated master, dedicated rapper\n  School of hard knocks, ock the educated rapper\n  Street smart on MLK Boulevard\n  Entourage packin' a gun, my son camouflaged\n  African ape, Jack Johnson, King Kong\n  Slapped to your face, Charles Bronson the big [?]\n  Gunned up already, thumbs up, Fonzarelli\n  Smacked over stupid shit cause Sean petty\n  Type to get your shit split in the club\n  And then have a peace treaty, nip the shit in the bud\n  You let shit pass, nigga\n  Fuck out my face, you bitch ass nigga, P\n"},{"id":16159009,"name":"Drink Irish","trackName":"Drink Irish","artistName":"Apollo Brown & Ras Kass ft. 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I ain't lyin', cummin' is a lot of fun\n\nDrink Irish, smoke Jamaican\nFuck Brazilian model chicks on vacation\nShag hot Swedish girls on holiday\nThat's the American way\n\nYou ain't in, early sobriety, girlie don't lie to me\nI dirty your diary, your eyes all perverted and fiery\nHer in the lobby, slurrin' and probably higher than I be\nDawg you're connivin', fast livin', how we're survivin'\nObvious I've been, brought up, caught up in violence\nPsychotic, narcotic, hot white product environments\nSirens in bunches comin' to stop the bullets and punches\nStreets is bloodthirsty, obnoxious, full of [?]\nRunnin' 'em up, shitfaced, with her in the truck\nCuttin' it off, I'm grabbin' on her cunt and her muff\nShe wanted it rough\nTold me that she liked to be choked\nAnd get her hair pulled, I don't know, it might be the coke\nBut I'm a weirdo, kept her till the night could be broke\nDrop her off, polish off a pint and light me a smoke\nI don't need to be fixed cause I ain't actually broke\nAnd at 7: 58 I'm waitin' the Paki to open\n\nDrink Irish, smoke Jamaican\nFuck a bad Canadian on vacation\nBag a Japanese girl on holiday\nNo work and all play\n\nDrink Irish when there's no Tennessee\nI wanna dick her down, one pint Hennessy\nI know you've got Antonio mad, just don't let me see\nGive me a jager without the bomb, no energy\nGuzzle like a V-12, there's no end to me\nGot it goin' on, I'm the envy of my enemy\nThis ain't no trust fund money, work carefully\nEverything I have I obtained independently\nThe sickest man alive needs therapy\nATM account, no crutch, no parakeet\nDo it all tonight, tomorrow's not guaranteed\nFreeloaders fillin' up their cup where the [?] be\nThey got 5 on it, but drink 20 worth\nGentlemen jacks G, go ahead and serve\nLet me get my purp, swerve, look for a miniskirt\nFind a little bunny, let's see if the Henny work\n\nJameson, breakfast of Champions\nThey love American, black, worldwide for rappin', son\nI'm on spring break in summer time\nGet to your girl's bottom like an underline\nGoodbye bitches, good night bitches\nLeft stroke def with a mean right, bitches\nDone 'em right, bitches, kegel all day\nAnd keep it tight, bitches, even you dyke bitches\nWe doin' keg stands in the Netherlands\nShe blowin' me backstage and I just met her, man\nAnd never took it out her mouth at all\nBlame it on the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-alcohol and molly\nProlly roll a couple spliffs then afterparty\nThen after hours, then R. Kelly time\nThat's golden showers, and she off the powder\nMy Aston Martin is like Austin Powers\n\nP!\nDrink Irish, sniff Dominican\nKill your whole family, tree branch Levitican\nDope comes three times, where the fuck is my dividends?\nSimple rhymes from Sean but Sean ain't no simpleton\nMedicated master, dedicated rapper\nSchool of hard knocks, ock the educated rapper\nStreet smart on MLK Boulevard\nEntourage packin' a gun, my son camouflaged\nAfrican ape, Jack Johnson, King Kong\nSlapped to your face, Charles Bronson the big [?]\nGunned up already, thumbs up, Fonzarelli\nSmacked over stupid shit cause Sean petty\nType to get your shit split in the club\nAnd then have a peace treaty, nip the shit in the bud\nYou let shit pass, nigga\nFuck out my face, you bitch ass nigga, P","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Drink Irish\n  artist: Apollo Brown & Ras Kass ft. Slaine, Sick Jacken & Sean Price\n  album: Blasphemy\n  duration_ms: 280000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Some fuckin' is good for you, though, Jack. Gettin' some pussy beats havin' a war. I ain't lyin', cummin' is a lot of fun\n\n  Drink Irish, smoke Jamaican\n  Fuck Brazilian model chicks on vacation\n  Shag hot Swedish girls on holiday\n  That's the American way\n\n  You ain't in, early sobriety, girlie don't lie to me\n  I dirty your diary, your eyes all perverted and fiery\n  Her in the lobby, slurrin' and probably higher than I be\n  Dawg you're connivin', fast livin', how we're survivin'\n  Obvious I've been, brought up, caught up in violence\n  Psychotic, narcotic, hot white product environments\n  Sirens in bunches comin' to stop the bullets and punches\n  Streets is bloodthirsty, obnoxious, full of [?]\n  Runnin' 'em up, shitfaced, with her in the truck\n  Cuttin' it off, I'm grabbin' on her cunt and her muff\n  She wanted it rough\n  Told me that she liked to be choked\n  And get her hair pulled, I don't know, it might be the coke\n  But I'm a weirdo, kept her till the night could be broke\n  Drop her off, polish off a pint and light me a smoke\n  I don't need to be fixed cause I ain't actually broke\n  And at 7: 58 I'm waitin' the Paki to open\n\n  Drink Irish, smoke Jamaican\n  Fuck a bad Canadian on vacation\n  Bag a Japanese girl on holiday\n  No work and all play\n\n  Drink Irish when there's no Tennessee\n  I wanna dick her down, one pint Hennessy\n  I know you've got Antonio mad, just don't let me see\n  Give me a jager without the bomb, no energy\n  Guzzle like a V-12, there's no end to me\n  Got it goin' on, I'm the envy of my enemy\n  This ain't no trust fund money, work carefully\n  Everything I have I obtained independently\n  The sickest man alive needs therapy\n  ATM account, no crutch, no parakeet\n  Do it all tonight, tomorrow's not guaranteed\n  Freeloaders fillin' up their cup where the [?] be\n  They got 5 on it, but drink 20 worth\n  Gentlemen jacks G, go ahead and serve\n  Let me get my purp, swerve, look for a miniskirt\n  Find a little bunny, let's see if the Henny work\n\n  Jameson, breakfast of Champions\n  They love American, black, worldwide for rappin', son\n  I'm on spring break in summer time\n  Get to your girl's bottom like an underline\n  Goodbye bitches, good night bitches\n  Left stroke def with a mean right, bitches\n  Done 'em right, bitches, kegel all day\n  And keep it tight, bitches, even you dyke bitches\n  We doin' keg stands in the Netherlands\n  She blowin' me backstage and I just met her, man\n  And never took it out her mouth at all\n  Blame it on the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-alcohol and molly\n  Prolly roll a couple spliffs then afterparty\n  Then after hours, then R. 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I ain't lyin', cummin' is a lot of fun\n\nDrink Irish, smoke Jamaican\nFuck Brazilian model chicks on vacation\nShag hot Swedish girls on holiday\nThat's the American way\n\nYou ain't in, early sobriety, girlie don't lie to me\nI dirty your diary, your eyes all perverted and fiery\nHer in the lobby, slurrin' and probably higher than I be\nDawg you're connivin', fast livin', how we're survivin'\nObvious I've been, brought up, caught up in violence\nPsychotic, narcotic, hot white product environments\nSirens in bunches comin' to stop the bullets and punches\nStreets is bloodthirsty, obnoxious, full of [?]\nRunnin' 'em up, shitfaced, with her in the truck\nCuttin' it off, I'm grabbin' on her cunt and her muff\nShe wanted it rough\nTold me that she liked to be choked\nAnd get her hair pulled, I don't know, it might be the coke\nBut I'm a weirdo, kept her till the night could be broke\nDrop her off, polish off a pint and light me a smoke\nI don't need to be fixed cause I ain't actually broke\nAnd at 7: 58 I'm waitin' the Paki to open\n\nDrink Irish, smoke Jamaican\nFuck a bad Canadian on vacation\nBag a Japanese girl on holiday\nNo work and all play\n\nDrink Irish when there's no Tennessee\nI wanna dick her down, one pint Hennessy\nI know you've got Antonio mad, just don't let me see\nGive me a jager without the bomb, no energy\nGuzzle like a V-12, there's no end to me\nGot it goin' on, I'm the envy of my enemy\nThis ain't no trust fund money, work carefully\nEverything I have I obtained independently\nThe sickest man alive needs therapy\nATM account, no crutch, no parakeet\nDo it all tonight, tomorrow's not guaranteed\nFreeloaders fillin' up their cup where the [?] be\nThey got 5 on it, but drink 20 worth\nGentlemen jacks G, go ahead and serve\nLet me get my purp, swerve, look for a miniskirt\nFind a little bunny, let's see if the Henny work\n\nJameson, breakfast of Champions\nThey love American, black, worldwide for rappin', son\nI'm on spring break in summer time\nGet to your girl's bottom like an underline\nGoodbye bitches, good night bitches\nLeft stroke def with a mean right, bitches\nDone 'em right, bitches, kegel all day\nAnd keep it tight, bitches, even you dyke bitches\nWe doin' keg stands in the Netherlands\nShe blowin' me backstage and I just met her, man\nAnd never took it out her mouth at all\nBlame it on the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-alcohol and molly\nProlly roll a couple spliffs then afterparty\nThen after hours, then R. 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I ain't lyin', cummin' is a lot of fun\n\n  Drink Irish, smoke Jamaican\n  Fuck Brazilian model chicks on vacation\n  Shag hot Swedish girls on holiday\n  That's the American way\n\n  You ain't in, early sobriety, girlie don't lie to me\n  I dirty your diary, your eyes all perverted and fiery\n  Her in the lobby, slurrin' and probably higher than I be\n  Dawg you're connivin', fast livin', how we're survivin'\n  Obvious I've been, brought up, caught up in violence\n  Psychotic, narcotic, hot white product environments\n  Sirens in bunches comin' to stop the bullets and punches\n  Streets is bloodthirsty, obnoxious, full of [?]\n  Runnin' 'em up, shitfaced, with her in the truck\n  Cuttin' it off, I'm grabbin' on her cunt and her muff\n  She wanted it rough\n  Told me that she liked to be choked\n  And get her hair pulled, I don't know, it might be the coke\n  But I'm a weirdo, kept her till the night could be broke\n  Drop her off, polish off a pint and light me a smoke\n  I don't need to be fixed cause I ain't actually broke\n  And at 7: 58 I'm waitin' the Paki to open\n\n  Drink Irish, smoke Jamaican\n  Fuck a bad Canadian on vacation\n  Bag a Japanese girl on holiday\n  No work and all play\n\n  Drink Irish when there's no Tennessee\n  I wanna dick her down, one pint Hennessy\n  I know you've got Antonio mad, just don't let me see\n  Give me a jager without the bomb, no energy\n  Guzzle like a V-12, there's no end to me\n  Got it goin' on, I'm the envy of my enemy\n  This ain't no trust fund money, work carefully\n  Everything I have I obtained independently\n  The sickest man alive needs therapy\n  ATM account, no crutch, no parakeet\n  Do it all tonight, tomorrow's not guaranteed\n  Freeloaders fillin' up their cup where the [?] be\n  They got 5 on it, but drink 20 worth\n  Gentlemen jacks G, go ahead and serve\n  Let me get my purp, swerve, look for a miniskirt\n  Find a little bunny, let's see if the Henny work\n\n  Jameson, breakfast of Champions\n  They love American, black, worldwide for rappin', son\n  I'm on spring break in summer time\n  Get to your girl's bottom like an underline\n  Goodbye bitches, good night bitches\n  Left stroke def with a mean right, bitches\n  Done 'em right, bitches, kegel all day\n  And keep it tight, bitches, even you dyke bitches\n  We doin' keg stands in the Netherlands\n  She blowin' me backstage and I just met her, man\n  And never took it out her mouth at all\n  Blame it on the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-alcohol and molly\n  Prolly roll a couple spliffs then afterparty\n  Then after hours, then R. 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I ain't lyin', cummin' is a lot of fun\n\nDrink Irish, smoke Jamaican\nFuck Brazilian model chicks on vacation\nShag hot Swedish girls on holiday\nThat's the American way\n\nYou ain't in, early sobriety, girlie don't lie to me\nI dirty your diary, your eyes all perverted and fiery\nHer in the lobby, slurrin' and probably higher than I be\nDawg you're connivin', fast livin', how we're survivin'\nObvious I've been, brought up, caught up in violence\nPsychotic, narcotic, hot white product environments\nSirens in bunches comin' to stop the bullets and punches\nStreets is bloodthirsty, obnoxious, full of [?]\nRunnin' 'em up, shitfaced, with her in the truck\nCuttin' it off, I'm grabbin' on her cunt and her muff\nShe wanted it rough\nTold me that she liked to be choked\nAnd get her hair pulled, I don't know, it might be the coke\nBut I'm a weirdo, kept her till the night could be broke\nDrop her off, polish off a pint and light me a smoke\nI don't need to be fixed cause I ain't actually broke\nAnd at 7: 58 I'm waitin' the Paki to open\n\nDrink Irish, smoke Jamaican\nFuck a bad Canadian on vacation\nBag a Japanese girl on holiday\nNo work and all play\n\nDrink Irish when there's no Tennessee\nI wanna dick her down, one pint Hennessy\nI know you've got Antonio mad, just don't let me see\nGive me a jager without the bomb, no energy\nGuzzle like a V-12, there's no end to me\nGot it goin' on, I'm the envy of my enemy\nThis ain't no trust fund money, work carefully\nEverything I have I obtained independently\nThe sickest man alive needs therapy\nATM account, no crutch, no parakeet\nDo it all tonight, tomorrow's not guaranteed\nFreeloaders fillin' up their cup where the [?] be\nThey got 5 on it, but drink 20 worth\nGentlemen jacks G, go ahead and serve\nLet me get my purp, swerve, look for a miniskirt\nFind a little bunny, let's see if the Henny work\n\nJameson, breakfast of Champions\nThey love American, black, worldwide for rappin', son\nI'm on spring break in summer time\nGet to your girl's bottom like an underline\nGoodbye bitches, good night bitches\nLeft stroke def with a mean right, bitches\nDone 'em right, bitches, kegel all day\nAnd keep it tight, bitches, even you dyke bitches\nWe doin' keg stands in the Netherlands\nShe blowin' me backstage and I just met her, man\nAnd never took it out her mouth at all\nBlame it on the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-alcohol and molly\nProlly roll a couple spliffs then afterparty\nThen after hours, then R. 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I ain't lyin', cummin' is a lot of fun\n\n  Drink Irish, smoke Jamaican\n  Fuck Brazilian model chicks on vacation\n  Shag hot Swedish girls on holiday\n  That's the American way\n\n  You ain't in, early sobriety, girlie don't lie to me\n  I dirty your diary, your eyes all perverted and fiery\n  Her in the lobby, slurrin' and probably higher than I be\n  Dawg you're connivin', fast livin', how we're survivin'\n  Obvious I've been, brought up, caught up in violence\n  Psychotic, narcotic, hot white product environments\n  Sirens in bunches comin' to stop the bullets and punches\n  Streets is bloodthirsty, obnoxious, full of [?]\n  Runnin' 'em up, shitfaced, with her in the truck\n  Cuttin' it off, I'm grabbin' on her cunt and her muff\n  She wanted it rough\n  Told me that she liked to be choked\n  And get her hair pulled, I don't know, it might be the coke\n  But I'm a weirdo, kept her till the night could be broke\n  Drop her off, polish off a pint and light me a smoke\n  I don't need to be fixed cause I ain't actually broke\n  And at 7: 58 I'm waitin' the Paki to open\n\n  Drink Irish, smoke Jamaican\n  Fuck a bad Canadian on vacation\n  Bag a Japanese girl on holiday\n  No work and all play\n\n  Drink Irish when there's no Tennessee\n  I wanna dick her down, one pint Hennessy\n  I know you've got Antonio mad, just don't let me see\n  Give me a jager without the bomb, no energy\n  Guzzle like a V-12, there's no end to me\n  Got it goin' on, I'm the envy of my enemy\n  This ain't no trust fund money, work carefully\n  Everything I have I obtained independently\n  The sickest man alive needs therapy\n  ATM account, no crutch, no parakeet\n  Do it all tonight, tomorrow's not guaranteed\n  Freeloaders fillin' up their cup where the [?] be\n  They got 5 on it, but drink 20 worth\n  Gentlemen jacks G, go ahead and serve\n  Let me get my purp, swerve, look for a miniskirt\n  Find a little bunny, let's see if the Henny work\n\n  Jameson, breakfast of Champions\n  They love American, black, worldwide for rappin', son\n  I'm on spring break in summer time\n  Get to your girl's bottom like an underline\n  Goodbye bitches, good night bitches\n  Left stroke def with a mean right, bitches\n  Done 'em right, bitches, kegel all day\n  And keep it tight, bitches, even you dyke bitches\n  We doin' keg stands in the Netherlands\n  She blowin' me backstage and I just met her, man\n  And never took it out her mouth at all\n  Blame it on the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-alcohol and molly\n  Prolly roll a couple spliffs then afterparty\n  Then after hours, then R. Kelly time\n  That's golden showers, and she off the powder\n  My Aston Martin is like Austin Powers\n\n  P!\n  Drink Irish, sniff Dominican\n  Kill your whole family, tree branch Levitican\n  Dope comes three times, where the fuck is my dividends?\n  Simple rhymes from Sean but Sean ain't no simpleton\n  Medicated master, dedicated rapper\n  School of hard knocks, ock the educated rapper\n  Street smart on MLK Boulevard\n  Entourage packin' a gun, my son camouflaged\n  African ape, Jack Johnson, King Kong\n  Slapped to your face, Charles Bronson the big [?]\n  Gunned up already, thumbs up, Fonzarelli\n  Smacked over stupid shit cause Sean petty\n  Type to get your shit split in the club\n  And then have a peace treaty, nip the shit in the bud\n  You let shit pass, nigga\n  Fuck out my face, you bitch ass nigga, P\n"},{"id":25801941,"name":"Drink Irish","trackName":"Drink Irish","artistName":"Ras Kass & Apollo Brown feat. 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I ain't lyin', cummin' is a lot of fun\n\nDrink Irish, smoke Jamaican\nFuck Brazilian model chicks on vacation\nShag hot Swedish girls on holiday\nThat's the American way\n\nYou ain't in, early sobriety, girlie don't lie to me\nI dirty your diary, your eyes all perverted and fiery\nHer in the lobby, slurrin' and probably higher than I be\nDawg you're connivin', fast livin', how we're survivin'\nObvious I've been, brought up, caught up in violence\nPsychotic, narcotic, hot white product environments\nSirens in bunches comin' to stop the bullets and punches\nStreets is bloodthirsty, obnoxious, full of [?]\nRunnin' 'em up, shitfaced, with her in the truck\nCuttin' it off, I'm grabbin' on her cunt and her muff\nShe wanted it rough\nTold me that she liked to be choked\nAnd get her hair pulled, I don't know, it might be the coke\nBut I'm a weirdo, kept her till the night could be broke\nDrop her off, polish off a pint and light me a smoke\nI don't need to be fixed cause I ain't actually broke\nAnd at 7: 58 I'm waitin' the Paki to open\n\nDrink Irish, smoke Jamaican\nFuck a bad Canadian on vacation\nBag a Japanese girl on holiday\nNo work and all play\n\nDrink Irish when there's no Tennessee\nI wanna dick her down, one pint Hennessy\nI know you've got Antonio mad, just don't let me see\nGive me a jager without the bomb, no energy\nGuzzle like a V-12, there's no end to me\nGot it goin' on, I'm the envy of my enemy\nThis ain't no trust fund money, work carefully\nEverything I have I obtained independently\nThe sickest man alive needs therapy\nATM account, no crutch, no parakeet\nDo it all tonight, tomorrow's not guaranteed\nFreeloaders fillin' up their cup where the [?] be\nThey got 5 on it, but drink 20 worth\nGentlemen jacks G, go ahead and serve\nLet me get my purp, swerve, look for a miniskirt\nFind a little bunny, let's see if the Henny work\n\nJameson, breakfast of Champions\nThey love American, black, worldwide for rappin', son\nI'm on spring break in summer time\nGet to your girl's bottom like an underline\nGoodbye bitches, good night bitches\nLeft stroke def with a mean right, bitches\nDone 'em right, bitches, kegel all day\nAnd keep it tight, bitches, even you dyke bitches\nWe doin' keg stands in the Netherlands\nShe blowin' me backstage and I just met her, man\nAnd never took it out her mouth at all\nBlame it on the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-alcohol and molly\nProlly roll a couple spliffs then afterparty\nThen after hours, then R. 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I ain't lyin', cummin' is a lot of fun\n\n  Drink Irish, smoke Jamaican\n  Fuck Brazilian model chicks on vacation\n  Shag hot Swedish girls on holiday\n  That's the American way\n\n  You ain't in, early sobriety, girlie don't lie to me\n  I dirty your diary, your eyes all perverted and fiery\n  Her in the lobby, slurrin' and probably higher than I be\n  Dawg you're connivin', fast livin', how we're survivin'\n  Obvious I've been, brought up, caught up in violence\n  Psychotic, narcotic, hot white product environments\n  Sirens in bunches comin' to stop the bullets and punches\n  Streets is bloodthirsty, obnoxious, full of [?]\n  Runnin' 'em up, shitfaced, with her in the truck\n  Cuttin' it off, I'm grabbin' on her cunt and her muff\n  She wanted it rough\n  Told me that she liked to be choked\n  And get her hair pulled, I don't know, it might be the coke\n  But I'm a weirdo, kept her till the night could be broke\n  Drop her off, polish off a pint and light me a smoke\n  I don't need to be fixed cause I ain't actually broke\n  And at 7: 58 I'm waitin' the Paki to open\n\n  Drink Irish, smoke Jamaican\n  Fuck a bad Canadian on vacation\n  Bag a Japanese girl on holiday\n  No work and all play\n\n  Drink Irish when there's no Tennessee\n  I wanna dick her down, one pint Hennessy\n  I know you've got Antonio mad, just don't let me see\n  Give me a jager without the bomb, no energy\n  Guzzle like a V-12, there's no end to me\n  Got it goin' on, I'm the envy of my enemy\n  This ain't no trust fund money, work carefully\n  Everything I have I obtained independently\n  The sickest man alive needs therapy\n  ATM account, no crutch, no parakeet\n  Do it all tonight, tomorrow's not guaranteed\n  Freeloaders fillin' up their cup where the [?] be\n  They got 5 on it, but drink 20 worth\n  Gentlemen jacks G, go ahead and serve\n  Let me get my purp, swerve, look for a miniskirt\n  Find a little bunny, let's see if the Henny work\n\n  Jameson, breakfast of Champions\n  They love American, black, worldwide for rappin', son\n  I'm on spring break in summer time\n  Get to your girl's bottom like an underline\n  Goodbye bitches, good night bitches\n  Left stroke def with a mean right, bitches\n  Done 'em right, bitches, kegel all day\n  And keep it tight, bitches, even you dyke bitches\n  We doin' keg stands in the Netherlands\n  She blowin' me backstage and I just met her, man\n  And never took it out her mouth at all\n  Blame it on the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-alcohol and molly\n  Prolly roll a couple spliffs then afterparty\n  Then after hours, then R. 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I ain't lyin', cummin' is a lot of fun\n\nDrink Irish, smoke Jamaican\nFuck Brazilian model chicks on vacation\nShag hot Swedish girls on holiday\nThat's the American way\n\nYou ain't in, early sobriety, girlie don't lie to me\nI dirty your diary, your eyes all perverted and fiery\nHer in the lobby, slurrin' and probably higher than I be\nDawg you're connivin', fast livin', how we're survivin'\nObvious I've been, brought up, caught up in violence\nPsychotic, narcotic, hot white product environments\nSirens in bunches comin' to stop the bullets and punches\nStreets is bloodthirsty, obnoxious, full of [?]\nRunnin' 'em up, shitfaced, with her in the truck\nCuttin' it off, I'm grabbin' on her cunt and her muff\nShe wanted it rough\nTold me that she liked to be choked\nAnd get her hair pulled, I don't know, it might be the coke\nBut I'm a weirdo, kept her till the night could be broke\nDrop her off, polish off a pint and light me a smoke\nI don't need to be fixed cause I ain't actually broke\nAnd at 7: 58 I'm waitin' the Paki to open\n\nDrink Irish, smoke Jamaican\nFuck a bad Canadian on vacation\nBag a Japanese girl on holiday\nNo work and all play\n\nDrink Irish when there's no Tennessee\nI wanna dick her down, one pint Hennessy\nI know you've got Antonio mad, just don't let me see\nGive me a jager without the bomb, no energy\nGuzzle like a V-12, there's no end to me\nGot it goin' on, I'm the envy of my enemy\nThis ain't no trust fund money, work carefully\nEverything I have I obtained independently\nThe sickest man alive needs therapy\nATM account, no crutch, no parakeet\nDo it all tonight, tomorrow's not guaranteed\nFreeloaders fillin' up their cup where the [?] be\nThey got 5 on it, but drink 20 worth\nGentlemen jacks G, go ahead and serve\nLet me get my purp, swerve, look for a miniskirt\nFind a little bunny, let's see if the Henny work\n\nJameson, breakfast of Champions\nThey love American, black, worldwide for rappin', son\nI'm on spring break in summer time\nGet to your girl's bottom like an underline\nGoodbye bitches, good night bitches\nLeft stroke def with a mean right, bitches\nDone 'em right, bitches, kegel all day\nAnd keep it tight, bitches, even you dyke bitches\nWe doin' keg stands in the Netherlands\nShe blowin' me backstage and I just met her, man\nAnd never took it out her mouth at all\nBlame it on the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-alcohol and molly\nProlly roll a couple spliffs then afterparty\nThen after hours, then R. 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I ain't lyin', cummin' is a lot of fun\n\n  Drink Irish, smoke Jamaican\n  Fuck Brazilian model chicks on vacation\n  Shag hot Swedish girls on holiday\n  That's the American way\n\n  You ain't in, early sobriety, girlie don't lie to me\n  I dirty your diary, your eyes all perverted and fiery\n  Her in the lobby, slurrin' and probably higher than I be\n  Dawg you're connivin', fast livin', how we're survivin'\n  Obvious I've been, brought up, caught up in violence\n  Psychotic, narcotic, hot white product environments\n  Sirens in bunches comin' to stop the bullets and punches\n  Streets is bloodthirsty, obnoxious, full of [?]\n  Runnin' 'em up, shitfaced, with her in the truck\n  Cuttin' it off, I'm grabbin' on her cunt and her muff\n  She wanted it rough\n  Told me that she liked to be choked\n  And get her hair pulled, I don't know, it might be the coke\n  But I'm a weirdo, kept her till the night could be broke\n  Drop her off, polish off a pint and light me a smoke\n  I don't need to be fixed cause I ain't actually broke\n  And at 7: 58 I'm waitin' the Paki to open\n\n  Drink Irish, smoke Jamaican\n  Fuck a bad Canadian on vacation\n  Bag a Japanese girl on holiday\n  No work and all play\n\n  Drink Irish when there's no Tennessee\n  I wanna dick her down, one pint Hennessy\n  I know you've got Antonio mad, just don't let me see\n  Give me a jager without the bomb, no energy\n  Guzzle like a V-12, there's no end to me\n  Got it goin' on, I'm the envy of my enemy\n  This ain't no trust fund money, work carefully\n  Everything I have I obtained independently\n  The sickest man alive needs therapy\n  ATM account, no crutch, no parakeet\n  Do it all tonight, tomorrow's not guaranteed\n  Freeloaders fillin' up their cup where the [?] be\n  They got 5 on it, but drink 20 worth\n  Gentlemen jacks G, go ahead and serve\n  Let me get my purp, swerve, look for a miniskirt\n  Find a little bunny, let's see if the Henny work\n\n  Jameson, breakfast of Champions\n  They love American, black, worldwide for rappin', son\n  I'm on spring break in summer time\n  Get to your girl's bottom like an underline\n  Goodbye bitches, good night bitches\n  Left stroke def with a mean right, bitches\n  Done 'em right, bitches, kegel all day\n  And keep it tight, bitches, even you dyke bitches\n  We doin' keg stands in the Netherlands\n  She blowin' me backstage and I just met her, man\n  And never took it out her mouth at all\n  Blame it on the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-alcohol and molly\n  Prolly roll a couple spliffs then afterparty\n  Then after hours, then R. 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I ain't lyin', cummin' is a lot of fun\n\n  Drink Irish, smoke Jamaican\n  Fuck Brazilian model chicks on vacation\n  Shag hot Swedish girls on holiday\n  That's the American way\n\n  You ain't in, early sobriety, girlie don't lie to me\n  I dirty your diary, your eyes all perverted and fiery\n  Her in the lobby, slurrin' and probably higher than I be\n  Dawg you're connivin', fast livin', how we're survivin'\n  Obvious I've been, brought up, caught up in violence\n  Psychotic, narcotic, hot white product environments\n  Sirens in bunches comin' to stop the bullets and punches\n  Streets is bloodthirsty, obnoxious, full of [?]\n  Runnin' 'em up, shitfaced, with her in the truck\n  Cuttin' it off, I'm grabbin' on her cunt and her muff\n  She wanted it rough\n  Told me that she liked to be choked\n  And get her hair pulled, I don't know, it might be the coke\n  But I'm a weirdo, kept her till the night could be broke\n  Drop her off, polish off a pint and light me a smoke\n  I don't need to be fixed cause I ain't actually broke\n  And at 7: 58 I'm waitin' the Paki to open\n\n  Drink Irish, smoke Jamaican\n  Fuck a bad Canadian on vacation\n  Bag a Japanese girl on holiday\n  No work and all play\n\n  Drink Irish when there's no Tennessee\n  I wanna dick her down, one pint Hennessy\n  I know you've got Antonio mad, just don't let me see\n  Give me a jager without the bomb, no energy\n  Guzzle like a V-12, there's no end to me\n  Got it goin' on, I'm the envy of my enemy\n  This ain't no trust fund money, work carefully\n  Everything I have I obtained independently\n  The sickest man alive needs therapy\n  ATM account, no crutch, no parakeet\n  Do it all tonight, tomorrow's not guaranteed\n  Freeloaders fillin' up their cup where the [?] be\n  They got 5 on it, but drink 20 worth\n  Gentlemen jacks G, go ahead and serve\n  Let me get my purp, swerve, look for a miniskirt\n  Find a little bunny, let's see if the Henny work\n\n  Jameson, breakfast of Champions\n  They love American, black, worldwide for rappin', son\n  I'm on spring break in summer time\n  Get to your girl's bottom like an underline\n  Goodbye bitches, good night bitches\n  Left stroke def with a mean right, bitches\n  Done 'em right, bitches, kegel all day\n  And keep it tight, bitches, even you dyke bitches\n  We doin' keg stands in the Netherlands\n  She blowin' me backstage and I just met her, man\n  And never took it out her mouth at all\n  Blame it on the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-alcohol and molly\n  Prolly roll a couple spliffs then afterparty\n  Then after hours, then R. 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I ain't lyin', cummin' is a lot of fun\n\nDrink Irish, smoke Jamaican\nFuck Brazilian model chicks on vacation\nShag hot Swedish girls on holiday\nThat's the American way\n\nYou ain't in, early sobriety, girlie don't lie to me\nI dirty your diary, your eyes all perverted and fiery\nHer in the lobby, slurrin' and probably higher than I be\nDawg you're connivin', fast livin', how we're survivin'\nObvious I've been, brought up, caught up in violence\nPsychotic, narcotic, hot white product environments\nSirens in bunches comin' to stop the bullets and punches\nStreets is bloodthirsty, obnoxious, full of [?]\nRunnin' 'em up, shitfaced, with her in the truck\nCuttin' it off, I'm grabbin' on her cunt and her muff\nShe wanted it rough\nTold me that she liked to be choked\nAnd get her hair pulled, I don't know, it might be the coke\nBut I'm a weirdo, kept her till the night could be broke\nDrop her off, polish off a pint and light me a smoke\nI don't need to be fixed cause I ain't actually broke\nAnd at 7: 58 I'm waitin' the Paki to open\n\nDrink Irish, smoke Jamaican\nFuck a bad Canadian on vacation\nBag a Japanese girl on holiday\nNo work and all play\n\nDrink Irish when there's no Tennessee\nI wanna dick her down, one pint Hennessy\nI know you've got Antonio mad, just don't let me see\nGive me a jager without the bomb, no energy\nGuzzle like a V-12, there's no end to me\nGot it goin' on, I'm the envy of my enemy\nThis ain't no trust fund money, work carefully\nEverything I have I obtained independently\nThe sickest man alive needs therapy\nATM account, no crutch, no parakeet\nDo it all tonight, tomorrow's not guaranteed\nFreeloaders fillin' up their cup where the [?] be\nThey got 5 on it, but drink 20 worth\nGentlemen jacks G, go ahead and serve\nLet me get my purp, swerve, look for a miniskirt\nFind a little bunny, let's see if the Henny work\n\nJameson, breakfast of Champions\nThey love American, black, worldwide for rappin', son\nI'm on spring break in summer time\nGet to your girl's bottom like an underline\nGoodbye bitches, good night bitches\nLeft stroke def with a mean right, bitches\nDone 'em right, bitches, kegel all day\nAnd keep it tight, bitches, even you dyke bitches\nWe doin' keg stands in the Netherlands\nShe blowin' me backstage and I just met her, man\nAnd never took it out her mouth at all\nBlame it on the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-alcohol and molly\nProlly roll a couple spliffs then afterparty\nThen after hours, then R. 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I ain't lyin', cummin' is a lot of fun\n\n  Drink Irish, smoke Jamaican\n  Fuck Brazilian model chicks on vacation\n  Shag hot Swedish girls on holiday\n  That's the American way\n\n  You ain't in, early sobriety, girlie don't lie to me\n  I dirty your diary, your eyes all perverted and fiery\n  Her in the lobby, slurrin' and probably higher than I be\n  Dawg you're connivin', fast livin', how we're survivin'\n  Obvious I've been, brought up, caught up in violence\n  Psychotic, narcotic, hot white product environments\n  Sirens in bunches comin' to stop the bullets and punches\n  Streets is bloodthirsty, obnoxious, full of [?]\n  Runnin' 'em up, shitfaced, with her in the truck\n  Cuttin' it off, I'm grabbin' on her cunt and her muff\n  She wanted it rough\n  Told me that she liked to be choked\n  And get her hair pulled, I don't know, it might be the coke\n  But I'm a weirdo, kept her till the night could be broke\n  Drop her off, polish off a pint and light me a smoke\n  I don't need to be fixed cause I ain't actually broke\n  And at 7: 58 I'm waitin' the Paki to open\n\n  Drink Irish, smoke Jamaican\n  Fuck a bad Canadian on vacation\n  Bag a Japanese girl on holiday\n  No work and all play\n\n  Drink Irish when there's no Tennessee\n  I wanna dick her down, one pint Hennessy\n  I know you've got Antonio mad, just don't let me see\n  Give me a jager without the bomb, no energy\n  Guzzle like a V-12, there's no end to me\n  Got it goin' on, I'm the envy of my enemy\n  This ain't no trust fund money, work carefully\n  Everything I have I obtained independently\n  The sickest man alive needs therapy\n  ATM account, no crutch, no parakeet\n  Do it all tonight, tomorrow's not guaranteed\n  Freeloaders fillin' up their cup where the [?] be\n  They got 5 on it, but drink 20 worth\n  Gentlemen jacks G, go ahead and serve\n  Let me get my purp, swerve, look for a miniskirt\n  Find a little bunny, let's see if the Henny work\n\n  Jameson, breakfast of Champions\n  They love American, black, worldwide for rappin', son\n  I'm on spring break in summer time\n  Get to your girl's bottom like an underline\n  Goodbye bitches, good night bitches\n  Left stroke def with a mean right, bitches\n  Done 'em right, bitches, kegel all day\n  And keep it tight, bitches, even you dyke bitches\n  We doin' keg stands in the Netherlands\n  She blowin' me backstage and I just met her, man\n  And never took it out her mouth at all\n  Blame it on the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-alcohol and molly\n  Prolly roll a couple spliffs then afterparty\n  Then after hours, then R. Kelly time\n  That's golden showers, and she off the powder\n  My Aston Martin is like Austin Powers\n\n  P!\n  Drink Irish, sniff Dominican\n  Kill your whole family, tree branch Levitican\n  Dope comes three times, where the fuck is my dividends?\n  Simple rhymes from Sean but Sean ain't no simpleton\n  Medicated master, dedicated rapper\n  School of hard knocks, ock the educated rapper\n  Street smart on MLK Boulevard\n  Entourage packin' a gun, my son camouflaged\n  African ape, Jack Johnson, King Kong\n  Slapped to your face, Charles Bronson the big [?]\n  Gunned up already, thumbs up, Fonzarelli\n  Smacked over stupid shit cause Sean petty\n  Type to get your shit split in the club\n  And then have a peace treaty, nip the shit in the bud\n  You let shit pass, nigga\n  Fuck out my face, you bitch ass nigga, P\n"},{"id":25817523,"name":"Drink Irish feat Slaine, Sick Jacken And Sean Price","trackName":"Drink Irish feat Slaine, Sick Jacken And Sean Price","artistName":"Apollo Brown & Ras Kass","albumName":"Blasphemy","duration":279.6408159,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Some fuckin' is good for you, though, Jack. Gettin' some pussy beats havin' a war. I ain't lyin', cummin' is a lot of fun\n\nDrink Irish, smoke Jamaican\nFuck Brazilian model chicks on vacation\nShag hot Swedish girls on holiday\nThat's the American way\n\nYou ain't in, early sobriety, girlie don't lie to me\nI dirty your diary, your eyes all perverted and fiery\nHer in the lobby, slurrin' and probably higher than I be\nDawg you're connivin', fast livin', how we're survivin'\nObvious I've been, brought up, caught up in violence\nPsychotic, narcotic, hot white product environments\nSirens in bunches comin' to stop the bullets and punches\nStreets is bloodthirsty, obnoxious, full of [?]\nRunnin' 'em up, shitfaced, with her in the truck\nCuttin' it off, I'm grabbin' on her cunt and her muff\nShe wanted it rough\nTold me that she liked to be choked\nAnd get her hair pulled, I don't know, it might be the coke\nBut I'm a weirdo, kept her till the night could be broke\nDrop her off, polish off a pint and light me a smoke\nI don't need to be fixed cause I ain't actually broke\nAnd at 7: 58 I'm waitin' the Paki to open\n\nDrink Irish, smoke Jamaican\nFuck a bad Canadian on vacation\nBag a Japanese girl on holiday\nNo work and all play\n\nDrink Irish when there's no Tennessee\nI wanna dick her down, one pint Hennessy\nI know you've got Antonio mad, just don't let me see\nGive me a jager without the bomb, no energy\nGuzzle like a V-12, there's no end to me\nGot it goin' on, I'm the envy of my enemy\nThis ain't no trust fund money, work carefully\nEverything I have I obtained independently\nThe sickest man alive needs therapy\nATM account, no crutch, no parakeet\nDo it all tonight, tomorrow's not guaranteed\nFreeloaders fillin' up their cup where the [?] be\nThey got 5 on it, but drink 20 worth\nGentlemen jacks G, go ahead and serve\nLet me get my purp, swerve, look for a miniskirt\nFind a little bunny, let's see if the Henny work\n\nJameson, breakfast of Champions\nThey love American, black, worldwide for rappin', son\nI'm on spring break in summer time\nGet to your girl's bottom like an underline\nGoodbye bitches, good night bitches\nLeft stroke def with a mean right, bitches\nDone 'em right, bitches, kegel all day\nAnd keep it tight, bitches, even you dyke bitches\nWe doin' keg stands in the Netherlands\nShe blowin' me backstage and I just met her, man\nAnd never took it out her mouth at all\nBlame it on the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-alcohol and molly\nProlly roll a couple spliffs then afterparty\nThen after hours, then R. Kelly time\nThat's golden showers, and she off the powder\nMy Aston Martin is like Austin Powers\n\nP!\nDrink Irish, sniff Dominican\nKill your whole family, tree branch Levitican\nDope comes three times, where the fuck is my dividends?\nSimple rhymes from Sean but Sean ain't no simpleton\nMedicated master, dedicated rapper\nSchool of hard knocks, ock the educated rapper\nStreet smart on MLK Boulevard\nEntourage packin' a gun, my son camouflaged\nAfrican ape, Jack Johnson, King Kong\nSlapped to your face, Charles Bronson the big [?]\nGunned up already, thumbs up, Fonzarelli\nSmacked over stupid shit cause Sean petty\nType to get your shit split in the club\nAnd then have a peace treaty, nip the shit in the bud\nYou let shit pass, nigga\nFuck out my face, you bitch ass nigga, P","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Drink Irish feat Slaine, Sick Jacken And Sean Price\n  artist: Apollo Brown & Ras Kass\n  album: Blasphemy\n  duration_ms: 279641\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Some fuckin' is good for you, though, Jack. Gettin' some pussy beats havin' a war. I ain't lyin', cummin' is a lot of fun\n\n  Drink Irish, smoke Jamaican\n  Fuck Brazilian model chicks on vacation\n  Shag hot Swedish girls on holiday\n  That's the American way\n\n  You ain't in, early sobriety, girlie don't lie to me\n  I dirty your diary, your eyes all perverted and fiery\n  Her in the lobby, slurrin' and probably higher than I be\n  Dawg you're connivin', fast livin', how we're survivin'\n  Obvious I've been, brought up, caught up in violence\n  Psychotic, narcotic, hot white product environments\n  Sirens in bunches comin' to stop the bullets and punches\n  Streets is bloodthirsty, obnoxious, full of [?]\n  Runnin' 'em up, shitfaced, with her in the truck\n  Cuttin' it off, I'm grabbin' on her cunt and her muff\n  She wanted it rough\n  Told me that she liked to be choked\n  And get her hair pulled, I don't know, it might be the coke\n  But I'm a weirdo, kept her till the night could be broke\n  Drop her off, polish off a pint and light me a smoke\n  I don't need to be fixed cause I ain't actually broke\n  And at 7: 58 I'm waitin' the Paki to open\n\n  Drink Irish, smoke Jamaican\n  Fuck a bad Canadian on vacation\n  Bag a Japanese girl on holiday\n  No work and all play\n\n  Drink Irish when there's no Tennessee\n  I wanna dick her down, one pint Hennessy\n  I know you've got Antonio mad, just don't let me see\n  Give me a jager without the bomb, no energy\n  Guzzle like a V-12, there's no end to me\n  Got it goin' on, I'm the envy of my enemy\n  This ain't no trust fund money, work carefully\n  Everything I have I obtained independently\n  The sickest man alive needs therapy\n  ATM account, no crutch, no parakeet\n  Do it all tonight, tomorrow's not guaranteed\n  Freeloaders fillin' up their cup where the [?] be\n  They got 5 on it, but drink 20 worth\n  Gentlemen jacks G, go ahead and serve\n  Let me get my purp, swerve, look for a miniskirt\n  Find a little bunny, let's see if the Henny work\n\n  Jameson, breakfast of Champions\n  They love American, black, worldwide for rappin', son\n  I'm on spring break in summer time\n  Get to your girl's bottom like an underline\n  Goodbye bitches, good night bitches\n  Left stroke def with a mean right, bitches\n  Done 'em right, bitches, kegel all day\n  And keep it tight, bitches, even you dyke bitches\n  We doin' keg stands in the Netherlands\n  She blowin' me backstage and I just met her, man\n  And never took it out her mouth at all\n  Blame it on the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-alcohol and molly\n  Prolly roll a couple spliffs then afterparty\n  Then after hours, then R. Kelly time\n  That's golden showers, and she off the powder\n  My Aston Martin is like Austin Powers\n\n  P!\n  Drink Irish, sniff Dominican\n  Kill your whole family, tree branch Levitican\n  Dope comes three times, where the fuck is my dividends?\n  Simple rhymes from Sean but Sean ain't no simpleton\n  Medicated master, dedicated rapper\n  School of hard knocks, ock the educated rapper\n  Street smart on MLK Boulevard\n  Entourage packin' a gun, my son camouflaged\n  African ape, Jack Johnson, King Kong\n  Slapped to your face, Charles Bronson the big [?]\n  Gunned up already, thumbs up, Fonzarelli\n  Smacked over stupid shit cause Sean petty\n  Type to get your shit split in the club\n  And then have a peace treaty, nip the shit in the bud\n  You let shit pass, nigga\n  Fuck out my face, you bitch ass nigga, P\n"},{"id":30026385,"name":"Drink Irish feat Slaine, Sick Jacken And Sean Price","trackName":"Drink Irish feat Slaine, Sick Jacken And Sean Price","artistName":"Apollo Brown And Ras Kass","albumName":"Blasphemy","duration":280.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Some fuckin' is good for you, though, Jack. Gettin' some pussy beats havin' a war. I ain't lyin', cummin' is a lot of fun\n\nDrink Irish, smoke Jamaican\nFuck Brazilian model chicks on vacation\nShag hot Swedish girls on holiday\nThat's the American way\n\nYou ain't in, early sobriety, girlie don't lie to me\nI dirty your diary, your eyes all perverted and fiery\nHer in the lobby, slurrin' and probably higher than I be\nDawg you're connivin', fast livin', how we're survivin'\nObvious I've been, brought up, caught up in violence\nPsychotic, narcotic, hot white product environments\nSirens in bunches comin' to stop the bullets and punches\nStreets is bloodthirsty, obnoxious, full of [?]\nRunnin' 'em up, shitfaced, with her in the truck\nCuttin' it off, I'm grabbin' on her cunt and her muff\nShe wanted it rough\nTold me that she liked to be choked\nAnd get her hair pulled, I don't know, it might be the coke\nBut I'm a weirdo, kept her till the night could be broke\nDrop her off, polish off a pint and light me a smoke\nI don't need to be fixed cause I ain't actually broke\nAnd at 7: 58 I'm waitin' the Paki to open\n\nDrink Irish, smoke Jamaican\nFuck a bad Canadian on vacation\nBag a Japanese girl on holiday\nNo work and all play\n\nDrink Irish when there's no Tennessee\nI wanna dick her down, one pint Hennessy\nI know you've got Antonio mad, just don't let me see\nGive me a jager without the bomb, no energy\nGuzzle like a V-12, there's no end to me\nGot it goin' on, I'm the envy of my enemy\nThis ain't no trust fund money, work carefully\nEverything I have I obtained independently\nThe sickest man alive needs therapy\nATM account, no crutch, no parakeet\nDo it all tonight, tomorrow's not guaranteed\nFreeloaders fillin' up their cup where the [?] be\nThey got 5 on it, but drink 20 worth\nGentlemen jacks G, go ahead and serve\nLet me get my purp, swerve, look for a miniskirt\nFind a little bunny, let's see if the Henny work\n\nJameson, breakfast of Champions\nThey love American, black, worldwide for rappin', son\nI'm on spring break in summer time\nGet to your girl's bottom like an underline\nGoodbye bitches, good night bitches\nLeft stroke def with a mean right, bitches\nDone 'em right, bitches, kegel all day\nAnd keep it tight, bitches, even you dyke bitches\nWe doin' keg stands in the Netherlands\nShe blowin' me backstage and I just met her, man\nAnd never took it out her mouth at all\nBlame it on the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-alcohol and molly\nProlly roll a couple spliffs then afterparty\nThen after hours, then R. Kelly time\nThat's golden showers, and she off the powder\nMy Aston Martin is like Austin Powers\n\nP!\nDrink Irish, sniff Dominican\nKill your whole family, tree branch Levitican\nDope comes three times, where the fuck is my dividends?\nSimple rhymes from Sean but Sean ain't no simpleton\nMedicated master, dedicated rapper\nSchool of hard knocks, ock the educated rapper\nStreet smart on MLK Boulevard\nEntourage packin' a gun, my son camouflaged\nAfrican ape, Jack Johnson, King Kong\nSlapped to your face, Charles Bronson the big [?]\nGunned up already, thumbs up, Fonzarelli\nSmacked over stupid shit cause Sean petty\nType to get your shit split in the club\nAnd then have a peace treaty, nip the shit in the bud\nYou let shit pass, nigga\nFuck out my face, you bitch ass nigga, P","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Drink Irish feat Slaine, Sick Jacken And Sean Price\n  artist: Apollo Brown And Ras Kass\n  album: Blasphemy\n  duration_ms: 280000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Some fuckin' is good for you, though, Jack. Gettin' some pussy beats havin' a war. I ain't lyin', cummin' is a lot of fun\n\n  Drink Irish, smoke Jamaican\n  Fuck Brazilian model chicks on vacation\n  Shag hot Swedish girls on holiday\n  That's the American way\n\n  You ain't in, early sobriety, girlie don't lie to me\n  I dirty your diary, your eyes all perverted and fiery\n  Her in the lobby, slurrin' and probably higher than I be\n  Dawg you're connivin', fast livin', how we're survivin'\n  Obvious I've been, brought up, caught up in violence\n  Psychotic, narcotic, hot white product environments\n  Sirens in bunches comin' to stop the bullets and punches\n  Streets is bloodthirsty, obnoxious, full of [?]\n  Runnin' 'em up, shitfaced, with her in the truck\n  Cuttin' it off, I'm grabbin' on her cunt and her muff\n  She wanted it rough\n  Told me that she liked to be choked\n  And get her hair pulled, I don't know, it might be the coke\n  But I'm a weirdo, kept her till the night could be broke\n  Drop her off, polish off a pint and light me a smoke\n  I don't need to be fixed cause I ain't actually broke\n  And at 7: 58 I'm waitin' the Paki to open\n\n  Drink Irish, smoke Jamaican\n  Fuck a bad Canadian on vacation\n  Bag a Japanese girl on holiday\n  No work and all play\n\n  Drink Irish when there's no Tennessee\n  I wanna dick her down, one pint Hennessy\n  I know you've got Antonio mad, just don't let me see\n  Give me a jager without the bomb, no energy\n  Guzzle like a V-12, there's no end to me\n  Got it goin' on, I'm the envy of my enemy\n  This ain't no trust fund money, work carefully\n  Everything I have I obtained independently\n  The sickest man alive needs therapy\n  ATM account, no crutch, no parakeet\n  Do it all tonight, tomorrow's not guaranteed\n  Freeloaders fillin' up their cup where the [?] be\n  They got 5 on it, but drink 20 worth\n  Gentlemen jacks G, go ahead and serve\n  Let me get my purp, swerve, look for a miniskirt\n  Find a little bunny, let's see if the Henny work\n\n  Jameson, breakfast of Champions\n  They love American, black, worldwide for rappin', son\n  I'm on spring break in summer time\n  Get to your girl's bottom like an underline\n  Goodbye bitches, good night bitches\n  Left stroke def with a mean right, bitches\n  Done 'em right, bitches, kegel all day\n  And keep it tight, bitches, even you dyke bitches\n  We doin' keg stands in the Netherlands\n  She blowin' me backstage and I just met her, man\n  And never took it out her mouth at all\n  Blame it on the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-alcohol and molly\n  Prolly roll a couple spliffs then afterparty\n  Then after hours, then R. Kelly time\n  That's golden showers, and she off the powder\n  My Aston Martin is like Austin Powers\n\n  P!\n  Drink Irish, sniff Dominican\n  Kill your whole family, tree branch Levitican\n  Dope comes three times, where the fuck is my dividends?\n  Simple rhymes from Sean but Sean ain't no simpleton\n  Medicated master, dedicated rapper\n  School of hard knocks, ock the educated rapper\n  Street smart on MLK Boulevard\n  Entourage packin' a gun, my son camouflaged\n  African ape, Jack Johnson, King Kong\n  Slapped to your face, Charles Bronson the big [?]\n  Gunned up already, thumbs up, Fonzarelli\n  Smacked over stupid shit cause Sean petty\n  Type to get your shit split in the club\n  And then have a peace treaty, nip the shit in the bud\n  You let shit pass, nigga\n  Fuck out my face, you bitch ass nigga, P\n"}]