Verse 1
[C-bo]
Woke up in the morning and my breath
Stank from last night mad dog
With the golden eight
Liquor store liquor store
Here we go again don’t sell
Two of them it’s only ten
I walked up the house
Flagged dickie shorts
Cops still drop on the balk folk door
Thinking bout the monkey and the eightball six
Better view of 24 with the conine been
I parked in the lot then stepped out
Whipped out a five dollar bill
And said duce with some orange juice
The next stop was the projects I had to go
To share my bank with the homies out the penzo
Before I got there I seen my home girl insane
She has a mad dog so we took the shit to the face
Ohh no liquor store here we go
Cuz I’m never broke and I love to drink
Eight double ohh

Chorus
Liquor store
Heyyyyyyyy
Eight double o
Liquor store ohh no
Liquor store
Here we go

Verse 2
[C-bo]
I’m down to get drunk
Before I scoop this bitch
Fishing before high school on the broadway strip
My cousin du dub wanna roll in the bucket
I’m a G whiz cast so I straight said fuck it
Went to pooh dab cuz I don’t need i.d.
Pay him back out with six 40 ounces
To the window cuz the door was stuck
Joy riding on probation with the back turned up
Waiting for these bitches and the bell to ring
So I went across the street to burger king
I had to take a piss but I could not miss
My eyes red on tight I was straight up blizted
One times all at the counter
I had to walk by looking eightball drink
Dub pulled up with the bitches straight for waiting me
So I bust them some orange juice for the o.e.

Chorus
Liquor store
Heyyyyyyyy
Eight double o
Liquor store ohh no
Liquor store
Here we, here we go

Verse 3
[C-bo]
In to the liquor store creeping to the southside
Had to make a right
I met a few at 29th I’m getting followed
By some bitches and a point hoe
They wanna free load think I see kilos
At the light I made a right to the market
Stepped outside joint and I sparked it
I walked inside and grabbed 4-0
An ol’ english and a pint mad dog
Du dub went to get the cuffs
As I walked to the parking lot
To make the shit up
I took the seat on the drop top fo’ door
Bumping cutie pie
Pushed by the zap coat
Nappy haired bitches stood across the street
Need support projects some met a few on 24th street
Straight burnt rubber when the dub came back
With the ballers and some m* dog in a bag
Gang bangers hanging on my balls
Cuz they wanna be a member of og awol
I’m flipping niggas off and I popped a cap
Not the ball of a dog but a fo fo gat
It ain’t a game it’s anybody killing wit the ayo
And if I’m stopped coming from the liquor store