Brass Monkey

[Intro: Radio Samples]

Now you see

You could see it

We like- we like- like, we like- we like- like bands! (bands! bands! bands!)[Verse 1: Mouse Powell]

(Yo, how many 40’s do you think I could take to my head right now?

I mean I know the obvious answer is two but I think I could do three)

Now if I’m drinking at the bar, order me a whiskey

What you mean I can get a mickeys for three fifty?

I got thirty on a case, tell my friends we’re getting shitty

Bring silver tape, party time committee

On some one little, two little, forty little ounces

We playing Edward forty hands at Mouse’s

Jumping on the couches and throwing bottles at the train

They’re fucking on the roof, yo the party is insane

I got a funnel, a tube, and a lotta bad decisions

And through the tunnel vision I’m lookin at you

The only rule is that there are no rules

Play it cool, let’s party like we graduated school

Sippy-sippy-sip that malt liquor down to the label

Swap it with the orange juice sitting on the table

There’s a steely in the fridge

So get yourself a cup, tip it up

But save the last one for MCA though, go

[Chorus: Mouse Powell]

We got the bottle if y’all got the cup

Come on everybody cause we’re getting fucked up

We got the bottle if y’all got the cup

Come on everybody cause we’re drinking

Brass Monkey! Brass Monkey!

Brass Monkey! Brass Monkey![Verse 2: Mouse Powell]

Everywhere we go people seem amazed

How a brass monkey taste when you take it the face, motherfucker

We some broke ass, low class, no cash having ass friends like us?

Time moves so fast

Gentlemen, this is vodka

Women, those men are pussies

Take ’em to Scottdale ‘fore they get their money tooken

Here we drink ’til the sun shines, get in line

Doing what the doctor had in mind

Landmines and quarters and shots, oh my!

The couch looks full but the floor feels fine

Liquor store close, for six bucks at most

We’ll party round the fire ’til we run outta toasts[Chorus: Mouse Powell]

It goes

We got the bottle if y’all got the cup

Come on everybody cause we’re gettin’ fucked up

We got the bottle if y’all got the cup

Come on everybody ’cause we’re drinking

Brass Monkey! Brass Monkey!

Brass Monkey! Brass Monkey!

[Outro: Mouse Powell]

40 ounces get ’em by the case

Brass monkey sippin’, orange juice saints

Ain’t nobody tripping on that bitter beer face

There ain’t no food in my fridge ain’t no loot in my bank (hell no)

OJ, Tampico, Sunkist

Westside kids getting faded on some dumb shit (Westsiiiide!)

Shake the house with the “speaker in the trunk” shit

All that liquid courage got me feelin’ that my tongues slick

Go go, kitchen table got a troll

Crashed out, sleeping bodies on the floor

Two golden forties taped in to each hand

Got the crowd like a riot screaming do a keg stand

Knock knock, somebody called the cops

Don’t open the door, just turn the lights off

Yelling in a whisper at the girl tryin’ to talk

Ayo, Shut the fuck up I think they’re gone

Go to the door, turn the lights on

Take a swig out the bottles taped to your palm

We got the 40’s if you wonder what you want!

You got the orange juice, you know the song

Brass Monkey! Brass Monkey!

Brass Monkey! Brass Monkey!