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Hennessey Lyrics by 2pac [ Download 2pac Ringtones ] [ Send to a friend ] *featuring Obie Trice [Intro: 2Pac/Obie Trice] [Obie Trice] Ha ha ha, yeah [Tupac] Nigga fuck that Gin and Juice (Hennessey) Just Pour a nigga a glass Hennessey, that dark shit (That's right) [Obie Trice] Hey pour me some of that too baby [Chorus: Tupac/Obie Trice] They wanna know who's my role model It's in a brown bottle (Yo what's our motherfucking motto nigga?) Hennessey They wanna know who's my role model It's in a brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto) Hennessey [Tupac] Ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessey) [Obie Trice] That's what your sippin on Now what's you name nigga? [Tupac] Big ballin ass nigga named Pac [Verse 1: 2Pac] Now I was born in the gutter facing life or death I was a thug ever since my momma gave me breath These motherfuckaz wanna see me die So who am I to try to warn 'em, I'll buck and bomb 'em, them nigga fry Ey remember me' Damn that Hennessey The nigga you don't wanna see, let me precede My definition of some thug shit, y'all don't hear me? Now that it's poppin aint no love bitch I maintain in the game and the gutter is where I still kick it I'm tryin to hustle up a meal ticket I'm still wicked in my ways, a hustler till my dying days Aint nothin wrong with gettin paid So nigga blaze, cuz we some motherfuckin fools Walkin through the streets wearing jewels Breakin niggaz, fakin moves Even the cops can't stop us My enemies flip when the see me drink a fifth of that Hennessey [Chorus: 2Pac/Obie Trice] They wanna know who's my role model It's in a brown bottle (Yo what's our motherfucking motto nigga?) Hennessey They wanna know who's my role model It's in a brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto) Hennessey [Tupac] Ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessey) [Obie Trice] That's what I'm sippin on Now let me tell 'em who I be [Tupac] Big ballin ass nigga named Trice [Verse 2: Obie Trice] Now I was born in Detroit on the side that's west Troubled child, commin up I had to ride I guess Tried to apply myself, but niggas was ballin My momma couldn't tell my shit, the streets was callin I was often involved with niggaz breakin the law I look back Pac nigga, we was bankin off raw P Funk, got I pumpin, he had the connects Through the sack to us little niggaz workin the set And if you got it you getting wet, nigga bet on that Don't come around hurr on that floss shit Detroit niggaz off shit (Robbin niggaz in the do' ways) That's right (With my four four, that's the sure way) And this your old days, all eyez on me We was loony I suppose you could (die homie) O Trice always repped his block Pac that Hen' and that Ice, I'm on a track with Pac nigga [Chorus: 2Pac/Obie Trice] They wanna know who's my role model It's in a brown bottle (Yo what's our motherfucking motto nigga?) Hennessey They wanna know who's my role model It's in a brown bottle (You know our motherfucking motto) Hennessey [Tupac] Ha ha ha, Y'all niggaz can't fuck with this whole thug shit (Hennessey) [Outro: Obie Trice] Yea Ey Pac' Pac, nigga Detroit love you boy We put it down out here I mean, you know? Me, my family, my friends.. Man we riddin for you always 2PacalypseNow and to infinity boy' forever Shady Records, Afeni Shakur what up? Yea, Obie Trice Pour out a lil' liquor nigga


Intro] This is for my ladies, Sexy like champagne Glass, You what I'm talking about, A reflection of a Pena Colada, Listen up… [Verse 1] I know you heard the terms chicks are like cars, Well I treat bitches like drinks, When I step in the club and by out tha bar, So let me quench my thirst wit you and a friend Instead of the juice and gin, Why don't I pour out the drink and you hop in, Glass full of ass for a true mutha fucka, Wit that that turquoise Coogi on, You remind me of a blue mutha fucka, Your friend was sexy when I seen her in prada, But I think Gina was hotta, Cause her skin tone was like a Pina colada, I saw two Japanese chicks that got bodies, So I ordered them a mi tia and hot saki, Then I got cocky, And asked them do they come to this club a lot, Well ya got a brotha hot, Hop in my bubble drop, Can I get a double shot? Or get wit these two mamacita one wit the karma of margarita, The other one like two shots of tequila, And they all fine I really don't know what to think, As I get bubble and choose and try to figure out, [Chorus] What's my favorite drink, Girl can I sip on you, Sip on, [4x] What's my favorite drink, [Verse 2] Know not to bring no Neapolitan ass, I like the one that makes your face drop like a Neapolitan masta, No telling what these thick bitches would do, Reminiscent of a big old picture of Bo, But hit cha like a slow screw, Dip in a strip a club in LA wit a bankroll, Where the weather aint cold, So I can see some hoes slide down a poll, I met two dancers named Moet and crystal, I was checkin they style, We had a session It was wet it was wild, Then I dug these two twins thick wit Hennessey one was Remy Red, Wit skinny legs, Both of them game to give me head, Wit a little bit absolute vodka fo they homie Tasha, Tell her to come closa, So yall three can give me a Sammy Sosa, If I was mayor I would campaign ass, Politician wit women swimming around the champagne glass, Drunk so much I might earl in the sink, And if you ask me why, I couldn't figure out, [Chorus] [Verse 3] If you would suck my soul, I shall lick your funky emotions, Look at that big old donkey you toting, I wish I could pour some of you in a bishop cup, And have a toast wit King Boo, And celebrating the fact that you thick as fuck, I holla Church cause its pimps in tha party, Let me sip on ya body, Get a good buzz of ya like you lemon Bacardi, Or a long Island havin sex on da beach, Or in tha Llac sunroof let back wit a tech on tha seat, Got a red bone I call her strawberry Daiquiri, Bring her back fo may, Carry packs fo may, Had her suck off my facultay, Got a little mamma name Mimi, Who remind me of martini and Asti spamanti, How she move to my cd, I got a chocolate chick who deep throat, She help me shake up dope, She the complexion of Crown Royal and Coke, And they making it hard for me to decipher and think, As I get bubbly and choose, And try to figure out, [Chorus] [Highbeam] Hennesy mixed wit some of that Alize, Gimme a shot of that remy, and a whole lot of tanguray, keep it comin wit that cognac, pop tha moet lets sip on that, naw playa put ya money back, cause these drinks on me, give me a bottle of that belve, long island ice tea, hook me up a apple martini, all these dinks on me, I want to have a sex on the beach, How about a gin and juice for me, So put away ya money G, All these drinks on me, .


Jay-Z:] After the show it's the afterparty, then, After the party it's the hotel lobby, then After the Belve then it's probably Cris, And after the original it's probably this Yes ma, Bed-Stuy, Fiesta, Remix with the homie from the Midwest-Side (Chi Boy!) Game recognize game, hoes do too, It's the new 2 Live Crew, I suppose you knew, So thugs, Pop yo' toasters, but don't approach us, or Bullets'll chase you like, Moet mimosas, Catch us both coasts', racin' twin Porsches, Boxsters with Glocks that'll pop you to make you ghosts', Whoever come closest, you've been warned, But niggaz don't get the picture till the weapons is drawn, Make your way backstage, baby girl it's on, [Jay-Z & R. Kelly:] And we'll be drinkin' till 6 in tha mornin... [R. Kelly:] In the back of the club with mama, Poppin' bottles of Cris with mama, Put the bar on the tab for mama, Throwin hundreds up for grabs for mama, Cuz it's about to go down tonight, I'ma be drinkin till the early lizzight, Nigga high like a Mu'fuckin kizzite, Take three honeys just to make me feel rizzight, My, my, my, my, Is what they all say when they see the frozen ice, They say: My, my, my, my, Everytime they see them big thangs on the rizzide, While ya'll got a club date, I'm fuckin with arenas, Got your man sayin, "Tell me have you seen her?" Yeah, she with me on the low, gettin high offa 'dro, got her knees on the floor, Fiesta. Fiesta, Fiesta [Repeat 7x's] Switchin lanes in my 6 in the burbs, I met a broad named Tasha from the burbs, Took the hood then I moved into the burbs, Now no mo' sherrifs or police is in the burbs, Now we about to tear this club up, Don't worry about expenses cuz I got that, Sho nuff, Ready to Foo! like I'm fresh outta jizzail, I need some Boo! from all the honeys on the DL, I said: My, my, my, my, That's what them thugs yellin when the strippers on the flizzoor, They say: My, my, my, my, Got Keisha yellin from that up and down strizzoke, While ya'll got a club date, I'm fuckin with arenas, Got your man sayin, "Tell me have you seen her?" Yeah, she with me on the low, gettin high offa 'dro, got her knees on tha floor, Fiesta. [Gotti:] I put this big body up, come through in a Rover, Not only Kelly and Gotti, it's Boo and Hova, Pop Cris if you like, my ice glist in the light, I'm with Roclain right, so I'm rich for life, I'm like Heaven, everybody want to get to me, How you make it to the gates and forget the key, I'm the one God chose, so you blessed with me, Gotti flow'll get you higher than that Ecstasy, (Ya heard?) [Boo:] Hey yo I come through stunnin, plus I'm gettin blunted, In the new 600, with the big rims on it, We rock rocks that'll light your shoulders, Got a lotta hot cars, but the drops is colder, You see VIP, me Kelly, Gotti, and Hov, Drinkin Cris like it's H20, All we do is spend cheese cuz we love the dough, Mami roll more trees 'fore its time to go, (Come on) [R. Kelly:] If you got cash money then you feel this shit, And if you rollin on them thangs then you feel this shit, If you drunk off in the club then you feel this shit, If you's a muthafuckin thug then you feel this shit, If you smokin on some 'dro then you feel this shit, And if you off that Ecstasy you got to feel this shit, If you sippin on some Cris you gots to feel this shit, And if you're throwin up your shit you gots to feel this shit, Fiesta. Fiesta, Fiesta... [Repeat to fade..]
































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