The New Beer Song

You ask me am I going out steppin', you got beer?

Put a 22 in my stomach, we going where?

Put a six-pack in my hand, ayo, I'm there

I ain't doing nothing that doesn't involve beer

Yo, I cover more ground when I'm drinking a beer

A pound of cold can then I piss on the stairs

I like the mountain spring water, the barley and hops

I put it in a soup cup when I'm out around cops

And when I'm home, crack bottles, I'm pounding 'em quick

Not that fruit flavored garbage 'cause it's making me sick

Ayo, keg, bottle, mug, can, one in either hand

Knock 'em both back and belch, let you know I'm the man

Staying steady on my feet, hot damn, I'm drunk

Rolling like DMC, I got that OE up in my trunk, come on

Domestic or imported, you pour it, we get distorted

I'm drunk, I'm sure of it, I ain't leaving long as there's more of it

Got my beer on a bowl while I'm pitching a loaf

I pour some on my hands till I choke, then I'm having a toast

Like them YBT kids, we tap it and twist

We going out? Not without a brown bag in my fist, yeah

You ask me am I going out steppin', you got beer?

Put a 22 in my stomach, we going where?

Put a six-pack in my hand, ayo, I'm there

I ain't doing nothing that doesn't involve beer

From the bottom of the barrel to the lip of the pipe

Pound of beer every second? Alright, we just might

Guzzle and gurgle, got me moving slow as a turtle

Free as a bird, hopping got me thinking hydrants are hurdles

Party ball last night, I woke up in a fog

I drank my breakfast in bed, I had some hair of the dog

Sipping a golden fizzy while you on the celly holding busy

Go through a case, had the room spinning, feeling dizzy

I take 'em between cars when I'm riding the train

I toot times through the tunnel