Gangsta Rap Friday IPA

Thug ass hops. Set straight slanging dem rich ass Richie rich malts . Balancing dem hoes and tricks on the corner hustling them esters on the da corner of ale and brew.

Cruising down the street in my cold truck .
Jockin the hops clocking the malts.

Went to the park to get the scoop.
Knuckleheads out there cold sippin some lups.
A cfv pulls up who can it be.
A fresh hopped roller. Straight per barrel Kilo G
He rolls down his window and he started to say
It's all about making that
Gangsta Rap Friday WESTCOAST IPA

Cause the hopz n tha hood are always hard
You come talking that trash we'll pull your card
Knowing nothing in life but to be legit
Don't quote me boy, cause I ain't saying shlitz


Conicals in the place to give me the yeast.
He said my man jK is on free flight taste.
The boy JK was a friend of mine.
Till I caught him in my car trying to steal my Alpha high high
Chased him up the street to call a truce
The silly kegger pulled out a deuce-deuce coupler.
Little did he know. I had a loaded 12 ounce.
One sucker soused. AL Times first page.

Bored as hell and I wanna get I'll.
So I went to a place where my homeboys chill.
The fellows out there, making that krausen
I pulled up in my 6-4 Ppm per 1000
They greet me with a 40 and I started drinking
And from the 8% my breath start stinking
Love to get my girl, to rock that body
Before I left I hit the GANGSTA RAP FRIDAY.
Went to her house to get her out of the pad
Fine ass girl says something silly that made me cheese
She said somethin that I couldn't believe
So I grabbed the pint by its handy ass coozy.
She started talkin shit, wouldn't you know?
Reached back like a pimp and grabbed som moe
Her father jumped out and he started to shout
Where's my Russian imperial stout.
So I threw a southern cross ale cold he forgot about the stout ..

Cause knowing nothing but beer in life is to legit
But don't quote me boy I ain't said that hoppy shit . Show Less