White Lightning

Back in the slammer
This is what we used to do
When we got the shakes
And you need some fucking brew

Gather up all the homies
Pitch in jelly packs and fruit
Trash bag of fireball
And let that shit brew

Some days you got to burp it
A hit will get you through
Add more hot water
And stash that bag of stew

In a cell it's in the shitter
In a dorm is hard to hide
Once it starts stinking
Then you know it's time

The house is on notice
But it's only for a few
Trade store for pruno
One cup for 3 soups

Homies are getting rowdy
Blood shot in their eyes
The batch wasn't good
And now they're fucking blind

Ahhhh –
Drinking white lighting
And now I'm fucking blind



Credits
Writer(s): Fonzi Bronson
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