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THE LYRIC OF RECOUP THIS , COOLIO'S SONG

 

 

The lyric of Recoup This, Coolio's song

Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin beer beer drinkin eight ball
Chorus: repeat 4X
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin beer beer drinkin eight ball
Verse One:
I m sittin at the bar with a hundred dollar bill
The homies is runnin late so I got some time to kill
I m peepin out this freak in the booth in the corner
I think I seen her rollin a Noble nosin under and moanin
Two hookers walked in and they was lookin for a vic
But theykept on passin me by coz they can recognize a trick
Twenty minutes later and two double shots of yak
I take a look up at the clocknow where the FUCK the homies at
I feel my pagers on my hipbonewho could it be
Cuz I done talked to everybody that I was sposed to see
Hahaa! Now I knowthe story is told
And I don t even call em back cuz they don t know the homie cold
I recieved a page my niggers from the phone in the back
I got a wink from a fine ass sista dressed in black
Another double shout of yak and now the room is spinnin
But that s only the beginninggod damn!
Chorus
Verse Two:
I take a walk out to the front to get myself some air and
see if I see the homiesbut they still ain t there
There s a fool outside drunk and he want to get into it
I was strapped I coulda killed himbut I didn t do it
I opted for the walk-awaywatch the busta talk away
So mister policemanyou can put your chalk away
I mobb back in the clubandkick it at my table
Causeniggaz be acting stupidand stupid shit is fatal
The homies is hella lateand now I m startin to think
Homegirl that gave me the wink from earlier just bought me a drink
She s sittin at a stool at the other side of the bar
Doing tricks with her tounge and a cherry like a porno star
The club is gettin packed and the party is jumpin
Another double shot of yak and I m on the dancefloor bumpin
She s licking in my ear andnow I m feeling faded
It s 11:35 and the homies still ain t made it
Chorus
Verse Three:
Now I m on the dance floor with baby andshit is gettin hectic
The big homey done erecteddamn I ve been affected
By the funk in the boom and the booty in the room
This ain t the Commodores but this Brick House got me on zoom
Now I m mackin and struttin and asking baby wassup
My name ain t Everlastbut I can still make you jump
let shope in the Q and go somewhere and kick it like some Trojans
We can do a little drinkinand do a little smoking
When all of a sudden I start sweatin my stomach starts bubblin
I hear earl comingI think I m in trouble *vomit sounds*
Ahh shitI got baby on her titties
I guess there go my chances of gettin with her kitty
I turn around and stumble away and there go the homies with
long ass trenchcoats onlaughingsippin on 40 s
Now I m in the back of my own car curled up like a punk
Cuz I got too high and uhhgot too drunk
Chorus
[Big throw up S-P-L-A-S-H]
SHIT!

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