Brass Monkey, that funky monkey Brass Monkey junkie, that funky monkey Brass See I came out the womb, whiskey on the breath Kissed the nurse on the cheek, grabbed a bottle and left I posted big boy boots so I started to step I left the hospital country boy fresh, yes Get it, kick it, hit it and quit it Tilt the whole thing back, ain't gonna spill it I got the green, you got the brew You got a couple choices of what you can do Either ride with me all the way to the water I drift dirt roads in an old Impala Cooler in the back, big blunt in the lap Hit the road, we ain't never comin' back, ha Brass Monkey, that funky monkey Brass Monkey junkie, that funky monkey Brass Now take it way back like a Cadillac With the bass in the trunk, used to rattle back You said you want beef, here's your cattle bag John Cena can't see me, cataracts Tae bo I kick it, dough I get it If you lookin' for a puff of the dro, I hit it I snap back like a fitted cap I got what you want, you ain't gettin' that I fill it up, pour it all on ice One hit quitter by the end of the night Yo, I drink Brass Monkey but will not tell If you don't know me, your mama knows me well Brass Monkey, that funky monkey Brass Monkey junkie, that funky monkey Brass