GETO BOYS - My Malt's Playin' Tricks On Me Lyrics
I sit alone in my four cornered room eatin' the wind dinner
Ha ha, chill out man
We're doin' the St. Ides Commercial
Yeah, St. Ides, check it out
Pick up a brew, read the sticker
And make sure it says St. Ides Malt Liquor
Cause if it don't
You ain't gettin' what you're payin' for
St. Ides is the team I'm playin' for
But remember there's limit thru
Don't get too full or sure you'll be finished dude
Scarface, you can say that boy
Cause I'm drinkin' the St. Ides and Willie D is gettin' bull
Of the bear, let's empty the place
Why is that?
Cause I like that smooth taste
St. Ides the Don
When it comes to fun it's number one
Like yo, get you some
I got mine, watch me rushin'
St. Ides brew, the crooked I gets me bustin'
Four-Double-O-Z and I'm straight
Cause that's all Bushwick get tolerate
St. Ides always run up on you
If you're drinkin' somethin' else
Your mind is playin' tricks on you
GETO BOYS Lyrics
Have you ever sneaked out the house late at night?