No Foam in the Cup by The Palmer Squares Lyrics
[Hook]x2
No foam in the cup, let's get fucked up
No foam in the cup, let's get fucked up
No foam in the cup, let's get fucked up
Get fucked up, get fucked up
[Verse 1: Acumental]
Ac is a crapulous bum slammin' a gallon of rum
Attack the bucket like I’m Thaddeus Young
Cancerous lungs and a shriveled up liver
Can’t get enough liquor in my blood stream sip a cup quicker
Than a mug to a pitcher to a jug
Glug glug
Spillin' liquor on the rug (what?!)
Chug the elixir
Nug in a swisher roll it up one tug wet whistle
And I’m drunk throwin' up in the pisser
But that party was awesome
I was flirtin' with a broad that sorta looked like Rosario Dawson
Man, I almost got lucky had my hand on her boobs
Then I burped in her face and I yacked on her shoes
We don’t want no foam in the cup, dog, gon' give it up, gon'-gon' give it up
Roll me a blunt got pot holes in my front lawn
Shiiiit...
Shit we all, shit we all gettin' drunk
Open my mouth you can smell the heffeweizen
Melt a breath-a-lyzer with a belch
And dwell inside a state of drunkenness
Puffin' cigs, bumping Biggie’s double disc
Inebriated, feeling faded but I come to grips
I’m hella tipsy yo, dizzy as I ever been
Cope with drama, smokin' on a sticky icky sedative
Squares gettin' tanked like Tiananmen
Ladies and Gentleman
You better make way cuz I’m steppin' in
[Hook]x2
No foam in the cup, let's get fucked up
No foam in the cup, let's get fucked up
No foam in the cup, let's get fucked up
Get fucked up, get fucked up
[Verse 2: Teminal Knowledge]
Yo, got Dro in the dutch
I'm rollin' it up
There best not be no foam in the cup
Where the hoes? Where the sluts?
Or the respectable women?
Who don't make the best of decicions when they been drinkin'
Swiggin' a 40, all the bitches adore me
Shorty called station sayin' "Play Misty For Me"
Gettin' her horny 'til I hit the floor snorin'
Then I hit her with the stiffy 'round 6 in the morning
Sinister, breast fed 'til them titties hurt
Ladies here doing keg stands in their miniskirts
"Paid 5 bucks, didn't get a cup
That shit's real 'ain't that fucked up"
Thick plants blossom in the closet
I'm the ganja man
Whiskey and rye with a six pack of Heineken
Ripped condoms and
Conflict with zig-zags
Flinstone vitamins: tic tacs, Kolanapin
The beer got me buzzed
The fifth had me wobblin'
Almost wrecked ship on some Swiss Family Robinson
Need a bit of oxygen, not gin; oxygen!
Key in the ignition, hot boxin' a Honda Civ'
Bong hits while I'm driving, how obnoxious
I ain't gettin' sloshed I'm gettin' knocked unconscious
God bless malted hops
Project X marks the spot
Y'all best call the cops
[Hook]x2
No foam in the cup, let's get fucked up
No foam in the cup, let's get fucked up
No foam in the cup, let's get fucked up
Get fucked up, get fucked up
No foam in the cup, let's get fucked up
No foam in the cup, let's get fucked up
No foam in the cup, let's get fucked up
Get fucked up, get fucked up
[Verse 1: Acumental]
Ac is a crapulous bum slammin' a gallon of rum
Attack the bucket like I’m Thaddeus Young
Cancerous lungs and a shriveled up liver
Can’t get enough liquor in my blood stream sip a cup quicker
Than a mug to a pitcher to a jug
Glug glug
Spillin' liquor on the rug (what?!)
Chug the elixir
Nug in a swisher roll it up one tug wet whistle
And I’m drunk throwin' up in the pisser
But that party was awesome
I was flirtin' with a broad that sorta looked like Rosario Dawson
Man, I almost got lucky had my hand on her boobs
Then I burped in her face and I yacked on her shoes
We don’t want no foam in the cup, dog, gon' give it up, gon'-gon' give it up
Roll me a blunt got pot holes in my front lawn
Shiiiit...
Shit we all, shit we all gettin' drunk
Open my mouth you can smell the heffeweizen
Melt a breath-a-lyzer with a belch
And dwell inside a state of drunkenness
Puffin' cigs, bumping Biggie’s double disc
Inebriated, feeling faded but I come to grips
I’m hella tipsy yo, dizzy as I ever been
Cope with drama, smokin' on a sticky icky sedative
Squares gettin' tanked like Tiananmen
Ladies and Gentleman
You better make way cuz I’m steppin' in
[Hook]x2
No foam in the cup, let's get fucked up
No foam in the cup, let's get fucked up
No foam in the cup, let's get fucked up
Get fucked up, get fucked up
[Verse 2: Teminal Knowledge]
Yo, got Dro in the dutch
I'm rollin' it up
There best not be no foam in the cup
Where the hoes? Where the sluts?
Or the respectable women?
Who don't make the best of decicions when they been drinkin'
Swiggin' a 40, all the bitches adore me
Shorty called station sayin' "Play Misty For Me"
Gettin' her horny 'til I hit the floor snorin'
Then I hit her with the stiffy 'round 6 in the morning
Sinister, breast fed 'til them titties hurt
Ladies here doing keg stands in their miniskirts
"Paid 5 bucks, didn't get a cup
That shit's real 'ain't that fucked up"
Thick plants blossom in the closet
I'm the ganja man
Whiskey and rye with a six pack of Heineken
Ripped condoms and
Conflict with zig-zags
Flinstone vitamins: tic tacs, Kolanapin
The beer got me buzzed
The fifth had me wobblin'
Almost wrecked ship on some Swiss Family Robinson
Need a bit of oxygen, not gin; oxygen!
Key in the ignition, hot boxin' a Honda Civ'
Bong hits while I'm driving, how obnoxious
I ain't gettin' sloshed I'm gettin' knocked unconscious
God bless malted hops
Project X marks the spot
Y'all best call the cops
[Hook]x2
No foam in the cup, let's get fucked up
No foam in the cup, let's get fucked up
No foam in the cup, let's get fucked up
Get fucked up, get fucked up