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Kinda High, Kinda Drunk

Coolio

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Coolio - Kinda High, Kinda Drunk
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Coolio
Coolio
Vocals
D. Aldridge
D. Aldridge
Performer
James Carter
James Carter
Performer
N.W.A
N.W.A
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
D. Aldridge
D. Aldridge
Songwriter
Artis Ivey Jr.
Artis Ivey Jr.
Songwriter
James Carter
James Carter
Songwriter
Jesse Bonds Weaver Jr
Jesse Bonds Weaver Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
D. Aldridge
D. Aldridge
Producer
Albee
Albee
Executive Producer
Bob Morse
Bob Morse
Engineer
Bryan Dobbs
Bryan Dobbs
Executive Producer
Coolio
Coolio
Executive Producer
Danny Taylor
Danny Taylor
Co-Producer
James Carter
James Carter
Producer
Paul Stewart
Paul Stewart
Executive Producer
Rob Chiarelli
Rob Chiarelli
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk Been drinkin, been-been drinkin'- (eight ball) Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk Been drinkin, been-been drinkin'- (eight ball) Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk Been drinkin, been-been drinkin'- (eight ball) Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk Been drinkin, been-been drinkin'- (eight ball) Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk Been drinkin, been-been drinkin'- (eight ball) 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 they, kept on passin' me by 'cause they can recognize a trick Twenty minutes later and two double shots of yak I take a look up at the clock, now where the fuck the homies at? I feel my pagers on my hipbone, who could it be 'Cause I done talked to everybody that I was 'sposed to see Ha-ha, now I know, the story is told And I don't even call 'em back 'cause 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 beginnin', goddamn Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk Been drinkin, been-been drinkin'- (eight ball) Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk Been drinkin, been-been drinkin'- (eight ball) Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk Been drinkin, been-been drinkin'- (eight ball) Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk Been drinkin, been-been drinkin'- (eight ball) I take a walk out to the front to get myself some air and See if I see the homies, but they still ain't there There's a fool outside drunk and he want to get into it I was strapped I coulda killed him, but I didn't do it I opted for the walk-away, watch the busta talk away So mister policeman, you can put your chalk away I mobb back in the club, and, kick it at my table 'Cause, niggaz be acting stupid, and stupid shit is fatal The homies is hella late, and 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 and, now I'm feeling faded It's 11: 35 and the homies still ain't made it Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk Been drinkin, been-been drinkin'- (eight ball) Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk Been drinkin, been-been drinkin'- (eight ball) Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk Been drinkin, been-been drinkin'- (eight ball) Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk Been drinkin, been-been drinkin'- (eight ball) Now I'm on the dance floor with baby and, shit is gettin' hectic The big homey done erected, damn 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 Everlast, but I can still make you jump Let's, hope in the Q and go somewhere and kick it like some Trojans We can do a little drinkin', and do a little smokin' When all of a sudden I start sweatin', my stomach starts bubblin' I hear earl comin', I think I'm in trouble Ahh shit, I 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 on, laughing, sippin' on 40's Now I'm in the back of my own car curled up like a punk 'Cause I got too high and uhh, got too drunk Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk Been drinkin, been-been drinkin'- (eight ball) Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk Been drinkin, been-been drinkin'- (eight ball) Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk Been drinkin, been-been drinkin'- (eight ball) Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk Been drinkin, been-been drinkin'- (eight ball) shit
Writer(s): Adam Nathaniel Yauch, Rick Rubin, Adam Horovitz, Jesse Bonds Weaver Jr., Michael Louis Diamond, Artis L. Jr. Ivey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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