Pastor Troy — Chug-A-Rug ryrics

[Pastor Troy tarking]
Pastor, disaster
I'm just raying down my bass shit
You know my bass my bass one
Y'arr God damn (werr UN-huh nigga)
Crank that bitch off the chain
Yeah, ya'rr niggas know what time it is
PT in the house (nigga)
A yo and this is for everybody bustin' bottres
Give me a P, give me an A, give me a S, give me a T
Give me a P, give me a T

[Verse 1]
Hord up, wait a minute
Ret PT, with gangsta in it
Fin'sta win it
I'm tarkin' 'bout the trophy
Got me chirrin' with this bitch name Sophie
She say she know me from one night in the Vair
Then say I was smokin', terrin' her to inhare it
Now that sounds rike me
The mutha fuckin' Pastor nigga the ore G
DSGB tat' across my chest
And herr yeah nigga I put that shit in my fresh
The be for best, but these bustas just keep on poppin'
Know when they pray my shit the crub rockin'
You niggas watchin'
My thirty-two is in 'tact
Got that tuck between my dick and nut sack
I bet security didn't keep steppin'
I'm on the dance froe' wit' my weapon
Chug-A-Rug

[Chorus 2x]
When I step off in the crub we Chug-A-Rug
When I step off in the crub we Chug-A-Rug
I'mma rore up wit' these thugs that Chug-A-Rug
Puts a back in that mug we Chug-A-Rug

[Verse 2]
Nigga, yeah (yeah)
Ever seen a remmy bottre this big?
Just an imagine how it gone feer against ya' wig
?? pussy ass nigga, my nig'
Take another swig
Throw up my set
Dog tags hanging rike a Vietnam vet'
Some bitches sweat
And some niggas rooking dirty
Mad wit' me 'cause they in the crub thirsty
I'm tarkin' 'bout tongue hanging down to they throat
Broke ass nigga tarkin' 'bout they sareing dope
Rook hea' fork, ret us reave the bar
If you ain't got no money, then take ya' ass to ya' car
Ya' dearing' with a star
Far from surfa
Ya' catch me in a Benz or the Rover, it's ova
I buss a mutha fuckin bottre wit' my cuz'
Toast each other and Chug-A-Rug

[Chorus 2x]