Home Brew
Thursday
[Verse 1: Tom Scott]
Yeah it was me, Haz, Lucky Lance, Lui Silk and Doctor Seuss
Hitting trees, kicking threes, drunk off the juice
Sitting swapping tunes like dudes who got the blues
While the neighbors shouting
"Turn it down I'm trying to watch the news!"
Started telling my bro Haz I'm trying to stop the booze
It's bad for me like my [?] is with the chocolate mousse
He's like "what's the use? Fuck it, what have we got to lose?"
I'm like "you're right, what was I thinking about?
Let's get a box of brews"
He said he's got some loot
I pulled a couple 2's out
Gotta choose now
Who's down to cruise down to Foodtown (Shotgun not!)
Ahh fuck it we'll all go
Only problem is that by the time that we walk home
They're warm though
Trynna tell my bro Lui
"Hey don't drink them all bro"
But that guy does everything fast
All he does is walk slow
Cause last time we were drinking Lion in the shack
He took the bike to get some smokes and ended up lying on his back
In the middle of the road, and a van ran him over
Still, he's just a drunk nicotine fiending stoner
Anyway Haz was cutting Bobby Womack
We just got back from Foodtown, thinking we should go back
Cause everyone was so rapt
Nobody to moan at
You know that buzz, that can't be captured with no Kodak
A night without no scrap
And everyone's like "Don't Gap!"
And none of that old wack yo I rip the microphone crap
Just kicking raps we wrote
Rhyming with no flashy quotes
And freestyling about normal life, with average folks
Cracking up at Haz and Daz cracking jokes
And Lance was like "Lui bro, go get us a pack of smokes!"
It was all love, wasn't no beef here
Nobody giving us the mean stare at cheap gear that we wear
Just making memories, with dear mates and cheap beer
Fucking mean night bro, should of been there