Pour Something

Pour Something Up In My Cup, If you wanna party
You and your friends can all get drunk
It's the start of another weekend!
Pour Something Up In My Cup, If you wanna party
You and your friends can all get drunk
It's the start of another (barf)

Hold this glass, don't you owe me cash
Hold this glass, don't you owe me cash
Spare a homie a splash, better pour me a Jack, ya
Gotta call me a cab, before I get plenty weird
Wave your arms in the air, like you don't really care
Say 'We don't give a fuck about' -
No haters in here, we don't wanna think clear
Yo it's time to switch gears, if your chin got a beard
And your chick got her pink lips winking at me
What that freak bitch really fishy think she a keep
All work and no play makes AJ dull boy
Better roll a cannon when you're smoking out to my voice
Listen through the speakers, turn it louder, know you enjoy (this)
Take another dab rip, of the wax, chose your poison
Ain't he got no goals, or no job, or employment
Pour something out when I'm shittin on the toilet
Like these ugly rappers mumble out they holes annoyance

Pour Something Up In My Cup, If you wanna party
You and your friends can all get drunk
It's the start of another weekend!
Pour Something Up In My Cup, If you wanna party
You and your friends can all get drunk
It's the start of another (barf)

Yo turn the bass on the track until your face rock a slant
I'm amazing in fact, like an alien craft, watch me paint so abstract
So you may not feel trapped, in a blanket of trash with my face on the glass
Man I'm wasted in fact, hate a faker and laugh
Rake those snakes from your grass
Such a pain in the ass, sniff this taint as I pass
Spark that heat blaze the gas, lick a taser to that
Catch a fader to black, I'm an ace at the craft, I go apeshit on tracks
Mary jane in the stash, and a babe in the back, switchin lanes when I pass
Found which way to the place with the fame and the cash
Ladies raise up your glass
Cause we blazed the whole sack
Like you lames from the past
Homie ain't you a wack. you so anxious in fact
Who don't ever wanna come against, displayed in all caps
Man he made it in raps, man he made it in raps

Pour Something Up In My Cup, If you wanna party
You and your friends can all get drunk
It's the start of another weekend!
Pour Something Up In My Cup, If you wanna party
You and your friends can all get drunk
It's the start of another (barf)

I'm that guy who can pick up the microphone at any party and get the place hype
My DJ scratching up the breaks right
They stacking up the drinks like, an international flight
Vision double on the sight, oh no, he can't walk up right
Fuck the break of dawn, because we'll never see the day light
Keep the blunts rotating through my windpipe and stay high
If I'm runnin low on weed I holler through the grape vine
I need some pot because I'm almost dry, so front me a dime
Well fuck you ya little asshole, not this time, I got a bag of that grass
And it's not your kind, and I'm rollin up the backwoods, that incline
Got the ladies in the back yellin that dude's fine
Tell ya fellas who's the man, tuck nuts and run, sucka
Movement I'm the music that make 'em happy and right, fucka
You the type of fool to get yourself wrecked inside a ruckus
Typical bar fight in record time, like
You better getcha pull, dumbass

Pour Something Up In My Cup, If you wanna party
You and your friends can all get drunk
It's the start of another weekend!
Pour Something Up In My Cup, If you wanna party
You and your friends can all get drunk
It's the start of another (barf)