I know you're thinking, well god damn, What he drinking?
The crooked letter, no other beer feel better
I used to be a hustler, now I'm a, twenty-two brew guzzler
Other beers I'm not lovin' ya
Forget the great taste that's less filling
I'd rather have some Ides and some dimes in the crib chillin'
Or in the six relaxing, honey's in the back
Crackin' six-packs, rubbing my back
Big Poppa you all that
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