Home Brew Lyrics
"Thursday"

Yeah it was me, Haz, Lucky Lance, Lui Silk and Doctor Seuss,
hittin' trees, kickin' threes, drunk off the juice.
Sittin' and swappin' tunes like dudes who got the blues,
while the neighbours shoutin' "turn it down, I'm tryna watch the news!"
Started tellin' my bro Haz I'm tryna stop the booze,
it's bad for me like my _______ with the chocolate mousse.
He's like "what's the use? Fuck it what have we got to lose?"
I'm like "you're right, what was I thinkin' about
let's get a box of brews."
The city's got some lewd I pulled a couple 2's out, gotta choose now,
who's down to cruise down to Foodtown? Ah fuck it we'll all go,
only problem is that by the time that we walk home they're warm though,
tryna tell my bro Lui "hey, don't drink them all bro!"
But that guy does everything fast all he does is walk slow.
'Cause the last time we were drinking Lion in the shack,
he took a bite to get some smokes, and ended up lying on his back.
In the middle of the road, and a van ran him over,
still he's a drunk nicotine fiending stoner (no I'm not!)
Anyway, Haz was cutting Bobby Womack,
we just got back from Foodtown, thinking we should go back.
'Cause everyone was so rapt, nobody to moan at,
you know that buzz? That can't be captured with no Kodak.
A night without no scrap, and everyone's like "don't gap!"
And none of that old wack, ________ microphone crap,
just kicking raps you wrote, rhymin' with no flashy quotes,
freestylin' about normal life, with average folks.
Crackin' up at Haz and Daz crackin' jokes,
Lance was like "Lui bro, go get us a pack of smokes!"
It was all love, wasn't it be fair,
'cause there was nobody giving us the mean stare
at cheap gear that we wear.
Just makin' memories with dear mates and cheap beer,
fuckin' mean night bro, shoulda been there