Letra de Beergut
My friend yousta be thin He's get all the women We'd go kick it at the bar But his drinkin' went too far He could see over his belt The brotha was slim and svelte But the gut snuck up while he wasn't lookin' And the beer stood firm withinBeergut - Gettin' in the way of things Beergut - No longer can he see his nuts Beergut - He will keep drinkin' till he throws upHe's got the dunlap disease His gut is troubled trapped When his gut lap over his belt buckle When he chuckle it pinch the belt buckle My Hommie's arms and legs are thin His Gut is filled with Heineken 40 ounce chug-a-lugs of Old English Saint Ides BudweiserBeergut - Gettin' in the way of things Beergut - No longer can he see his nuts Beergut - He will keep drinkin' till he throws upThen we leave from the bar We go to the homestead Get a six pack and turn on the TV Roll a joint and toke it to the head Then when the munchies take over We will raid the convenience store Grubbin' and scarfin' and fucked up And the Beergut grows some moreBeergut - Gettin' in the way of things Beergut - No longer can he see his nuts Beergut - He will keep drinkin' till he throws up