Villebillies Follow

(chorus)
If the whiskey dont kill me i dont know what will,
you can catch me in the city, catch me in the hills,
catch me rollin down the river, smokin on a swisha,
picture perfect as a winner, and gone off the liqour.

(vs. 1)
Early in the morning when the sun is in the east side
Wakin, shakin, looking for a drink impatient
Can't wait to stay bent
Alcohol things mean equal stasis
Lay waste to a shot and chase it, Tasty
Make haste, get crazy, vacate pain don't strike or phase me
Hey ladies, whoops, oopsie daisy
Buzzing like a bumble, start some trouble
Trippin on a beer and stumble
Oh dear, who put that there
No fear, man I'm not scared
Low gear, step it up a notch
Vodka, bourbon, gin and scotch
Liquor store, reserved spot
Pull right up in the parkin lot
If it's dark or not I'm gonna get it started
Drink like a mad man, not half hearted
Dirty dirty that's whats up
Villebillie boy and we give no fucks
and we keep it crunk off the wall
Half 'us smell like alcohol
All I really wanna do is get my buzz
Losing myself up in the suds
I don't even know who you thought we was
keep the good brew and we keep the good bud

Rollin rollin down that river of burbin
nursin and barely hurting
just feel down in my big black boots
now i'm swurvin and tied up in the curtain
laid out and they flew the coup
wake up no loot and no three piece suit
no smoke no juice no hundred proof
and theres there not a dude who couldn't refuse

(chorus)

Is it of drastic need I speak classically
or with a bounce and a glide while I'm ridin the beat
or with some heat like this you just can't impeach
when the villebillie vibes stuck head to feet
Oh, I think you should let yourself go fo sho
and buy another drink n boogie on down some more,
with all the thongs on the floor, one of em down to roll
another drink and a glance and she's down to go
Uh oh here we go again blowin it up
and gettin dirty as a mud puddle off in the cut if you're feelin this beat then get your hands up,
if your a&# is a freak then why is your pants up

How the hell'd you get that bottle, they dont sell that no mo
I must be an alcoholic, hey that's part of my show
the rest I just can't call it, get off me dog I'm walking
at least I think I am, it could be all them xanies talking
hey where's them chickens squawkin', did ya'll find my pimp hat
I gotta bottle of that rossi a limp and a cane to go with that.
In fact they love me they can't, get enough of me they chant
it's V-I-L-L-E the billies taken over this land