It's like-
151 rum
pinapple juice, malibo, caribou, get them all now
make baby girl come
out of her shell and raise hell
don't stop till the cops come
half a bottle of 151
off of the jug with cup of malibou rum
baby thats whats up
then you fill the rest of the jug
with pinapple juice, and its crackin
the only defect is wakin up like "what happened?"
i like red light parties and fed right bodies
who like, red like dolly and head right totties at night?
aribou kay
ou-la
terrible day
you pay the liquor store teller with no hair-a to braid
tu shay.
get the party jumping
keep the hotties humpin
i like them thick and juicy
so don't palatte nothing
drinkin to much lou
you might be karate punchin
or at the back of the club
pretending the naughty lunchin
satin,
kool-aid getchu hella 151
november dog
so run kitty run
we gon drink it untill we done
diddy dum
bum biddy bum
here kansas city come so give me some-
repeat 2X's
151 rum
pinapple juice, and malibou, caribou get them all now
make baby girl come, outta her shell and raise hell
don't stop till the cops come-!
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