Get Throw'd

[Intro: Krizz Kaliko]

8-1-6 Boyz

Ain't we sick boy!?

Kali Baby! (Get 'em, daddy!)

[Verse 1: Krizz Kaliko]

I came here plenty bent, night I can't remember it

I'm drunk, my breath is on one, I might need a dinner mint

A couple of strong ones and then a couple of shots

I’m getting on one (OK)

I never take the wrong one, gimme anything I can pull

I’ll take a tall one (OK)

Make my drink too big to hold and make it plenty cold and

I’m too drunk to even speak nigga ass is pretty show'd

Vodka gets me off my seat and I'm in get it mode

And drink you under the table I'm talkin' 'bout

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]

Let's get throw'd

Pop a couple bottles hit the floor

I'mma turn it up and make it gold

Go manie, go manie, go manie, go mania

Let's get throw'd

Where my alcoholics at (x8)

[Verse 2: Makzilla]

Makzilla! (talk to 'em!)

I'm Desi den, sober sin, fellas leavin' cups of lean

Celebratin' soups of through cups of lou, I’ll scream saloub

What you waitin' on? Get your drink on

Everyone in 816 knows not into a friend

Of a ten of a ten of a ten so unattractive

My crew consist of 816as who take that slang

And add some liquor make her chug-a-lug

Till she starts to hiccup a thing for good

A think clone tatted up real thick and wild so

Let's make like a realas burnt thing zillas

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]

Let's get throw'd

Pop a couple bottles hit the floor

I'mma turn it up and make it gold

Go manie, go manie, go manie, go mania

Let's get throw'd

Where my alcoholics at (x8)

[Interlude: Kutt Calhoun]

Kutt Calhoun! Soo woo! (Kutty, go 'head!)

Yeah! Black gold! Sicc'em!

[Verse 3: Kutt Calhoun]

Kutt the room, bottle service

Mister Melv-edere I'm the worstest

When it comes to touchin' my lips with liquor

I do to fifths what I do to verses, kill them

Nigga might lose his shirt, ‘cause I'm too berserk when I'm Jagerbombin'

I feel it, right up your hoochies skirt cause this erk the jerk is

My fame, my mind, and I drop my draws and get naked

Just my hat and tat to my necklace

Soft as molly what you expected drunk like 40 bins and I'm wreckless

If you born to party I’m the wildest one in my clique when it comes to drinkin’ man

It’s breaking news when I’m pervy call me Ron Burgundy cause I’m the anchorman

[Verse 4: Tech N9ne]

Four Horsemen I'm drinkin' (What's that?)

Jack Daniels (Yeah?), Johnnie Walker (Yeah?), Jim Beam (What?)

Jose Cuervo (Huh?!), throwin' up's what I'm thinkin'! At about 7 of those

Level a bro, waking up sick is inevitable, head on the floor where it keep me!

That'll get me throwin up that neeses, or a beef on bun on bread with a B.B.!

I get so throw'd I mess around and wake up off in Mexico!

So drunk that the killa cartel put the chainsaw down then accept a bro!

So drunk on a hella late night I stumbled into Texaco! Askin for Lexapro!

Come on!

[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko]

Let's get throw'd

Pop a couple bottles hit the floor

I'mma turn it up and make it gold

Go manie, go manie, go manie, go mania

Let's get throw'd

Where my alcoholics at (x8)