3 To 10 /Cb`s Caddy Part III — текст песни (Lucky Boys Confusion)

It`s 3 to 10 the pigs are here
Give me 10 seconds to slam my beers
No wounded soldiers kill them all
The pigs found me in a bathroom stall
They called me an addict, fucking alcoholic
Now I got bread and water, slamming
In a room with padded walls
I was very much alive when I stepped back from the southwest
Thinking about the brew that is cool, when I keep it in fridge, yes
It`s about six the fix, the fix running
I drop the beat kid you keep it bumping
Suzie`s friends dropping hints, what am I supposed to do
All the rooms are taken and the bitch`s got a curfew
Barely 18 and bro she`s a freak
I think she needs a piece of this 420 Geek
All the rooms are taken, well there`s always the backseat
Keep that caddy rocking, well there`s always the backseat
Let`s take this from the top cause on top`s where I like to be
Let me introduce you to my headboard girly
On the queen size we`re doing our thing
Crack! There goes the boxspring
Mama`s knocking on the door Who do you got in there?
It`s that god damn lucky boy! Mama just wants to share
I`d have given it to her mom, but daddy-o he had a shotgun
Oh shit, your mama`s knocking, well there`s always the backseat
Officer R. Cappelan treating me like a felon
Don`t make me get crazy on you like Curtis Mellin
Unlawful consumption of alcohol by a minor
I bet put down more than you… old timer
They know all about me ain`t that a shame
What`s my claim to fame, my name, my name
To the undercover cop the lowest form of life
They got a warrant, reason to fear
They got a warrant, drop your beer