Booze Control featuring DJ 817 and Plano Dawg

(Yo mc3, pass that white owl blunt you fucka)

(Playa I’m caked like a mug. I own think I can drive myself back to GP ya hear?)

(Sucka what you yappin bout? You fine cuz. Got damn)

(Mc you just need to put it on booze control, drive slow and let it roll on you hear me you little fool?!!!!!!)

No control. Booze control. Hypnotic on my breath and a blunt on my mind.

No control. Booze control. My Altima be rollin on booze control.

I hit a tree, or was it a fence or maybe just a little G I dunno.

All I know is my belly full ‘o red dog and my girl at the apartment with her timbers spread wide. I just hope my black snake will not be denied.

My nuts are backed up and they need to bust skunk

If a cop pull me over I just put him in my trunk cause I’m on booze control. Booze control.

Heinekens in my gut and king Louis on my breath

Booze control. Booze control.

Playa I just roll in on booze control

Straight outta GP. Straight from the 817.

(Mc you know some parts is 972 you suckaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!)

Rollin rollin rolling rolling on booze control.