Me & My Drank [(Cover)]

Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm in the lab
No pad
No pen
Just a Styrofoam cup
I can pour four in

Up in the studio
Me and my drank
Deezle on the beat
And let me do my thang
I'm thinking 'bout a certain
A certain somebody
That perfect somebody
Sexy purple body
She got service road curves
And highway eyes
The road to her soul
Just follow the road signs
And holla if you hear me
I love it when she's near me
I hate when she's away
And Satan'll see the day
That hell will freeze over
Before I let go
And let one of you bitch ass niggas get her
No, no, no, no
You don't know how to treat her
You don't know that I need ya
Baby, do you know that I need ya?
Aye, 'cause baby, right now
I feel like the whole world is against me
Ever since the death of Pimp C
Aye, but me
I'm up in the studio
Me and my drank
Me and my drank
Me and my drank
I'm up in the studio
Me and my drank
Me and my drank
Me and my drank
Okay you sit on 24's
I sip on 24's
You sit on 24's
I sip on 24's
Drop a 4 up in a 20 ounce
And call it 24's
Drop a 4 up in a 20 ounce
And call it 24's
I'm riding out
Leaning
Never nodding out
My girl tripping
Damn I gotta hear my mamma mouth
My homeboys say I should slow down a little
But that shit I'm on make me slow down a lot
You bottle pop
I buy a bottled pop
Drop some syrup in it
Get out my Waffle House
I live in Wayne's World
Represent our South
And this how we do it
Do it in our South
One more ounce'd make me feel so great
Wait
Now I can't feel my face
I'm up in the studio
Me and my drank
Me and my drank
Me and my drank
Up in the studio
Me and my drank
Me and my drank
Me and my drank
Will somebody please, please double cup me
And everybody please, please don't judge me
Will somebody please, please double cup me
And everybody please, please don't judge me

Up in the studio
Me and my drank
Me and my drank
Me and my drank
Up in the studio
Me and my drank
Me and my drank
Me and my drank

Now for all y'all who ain't heard of him
Mr. M.O.E
The bar baby
Who was a south side living legend
Of third ward
Bone hard
Street veteran
And it all started way back in '93
High school
He was a fool
He was only eighteen
With the dreams
Of becoming a ghetto superstar
Rolling in foreign cars
Through the streets of third ward
It was all on mamma leave 'em with, a trace of M-O-E
And promethazine
And he the codeine fiend
And his team was the coldest
Everyday they rolled thick
Niggas and hoes on dick
'Cause that's that screwed up clique
The bar baby, the bar baby, the bar baby