I Can Handle It: accordi di
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Verse 1
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I like to drink beer
just like the next man
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But build a beard,
go and make me kill a black man
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Can after can, I guzzle and I drink it up
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Fizz it all up, then I rip and I recap
I drink it from the neck, yeah,
straight out the bottle
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Swallow, swallow, swallow,
and a six -pack of four
I drink while I drive,
my booty's in my right hand
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Looking for the wo men
with the skin -tight stretch pants
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If I get played,
then it's all about the legsets
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If I get played,
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I'll consider her a hoe, bitch
But who's the bitch?
I'm the one who can't get with them
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Pissin' on the vomit
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cause I can't control my liquor
My breath is like an outkey,
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my vision's sorta wa tery
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Eyes lookin' bloodshot
and everybody around me
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Is like Riddler,
I think you drunk enough of that shit
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But all I kept sayin' was,
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yo, I can handle it
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I'm feelin' blitzed,
I'm back at the liquor store
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Don't got no ID,
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but they still want to sell me more
Green is green,
so the age doesn't matter
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Who gives a fuck if I'm a drinker
till my guts flatter?
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I'm in the alleyway, my 40s at my feet
I'm spellin' out my name
while I'm pissin' on the concrete
I cracked another 40,
now I'm 30 bucks deep
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An d that's a lot when
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you're solo drinkin' Rolie
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Or Red Bull, St. Ives,
or what the boy should live
They only sell it to the blacks,
check the white market
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Over there you see the Heineken
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and light beers
That's the white beer
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that don't make your hype kick in
But when I turn on the radio,
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I'm hearing all the rappers
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on the beer commercials
Mobility or anybody to influence me,
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they make me say, God damn,
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we drink the same 40
But I remember in the beat there
was a while ago,
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and all I'm thinking about
is loading up my .44
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Even though it's the past
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and it's over and done with,
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the liquor is talking, can I handle
They wanna make me money
make me lose it
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They wanna make me money,
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me money make me lose it
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They wanna make me money,
make me lose it
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They wanna me money,
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give me money make me lose it
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Oh yeah, oh no
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I'll give you a yeah
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Now the fella that I had a little beef
with a while ago
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He got a fiance plus a little trio
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Now if the malt liquor controls my headcap
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I'll be a dumb drunk nigga
with a murder rap
Bustin' caps on the blacks for the Klan
I can't KPM, I'll be a Ku Klux Klux man
Sittin' in the county jail talkin' what if
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What if I never left the crib
and I never get placed?
And now I'm thinkin' bout the
innocent ones who hate me
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I took a man from his daughter and fiance
I pray I'm dreamin',
I'm wishin' I awaken
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But bangin' from the hangover
got my head ringin'
I'm still dizzy, I still hear the gunshots
I hear the echoes from the
overhead cell blocks
I'm still pissing, burping, and burled up
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Stuck to the county toilet,
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urling and throwing up
Praying to God that I dreamed it all up
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But how can I pray when I
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just took a life?
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I'm feeling fucked,
I'm too damn drunk to even think
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But wait until the morning
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when I'm sober and I clink
And then I realize the
reason for this bullshit
That Martin Luther,
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I guess I couldn't handle
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