You Had Too Much to Drink

Lyrics

[Intro: PMD, Frank B & Erick Sermon] Ayo, wassup, E man? Yo, coolin', PMD True, true man, I just been lampin', man So what you been up to lately, man? Just been loungin' man, know what I'm sayin'? True, true man, yo man, who's your boy over there, man? Oh, that's my man from out of town Oh word, man? Yo wassup, man? My name is P, man How you doin', man? My name is Frankie Anto, man But my friends, they call me Frank B Oh word, man? Nice to meet you, man So yo, man, E, what you gettin' into tonight, man? Yo P, man, I'm 'bout to flex downtown to this club Word, man? Yo man, that sounds cool, man I think I'm with that, man, yo, you wanna do that? Let's do this, man Aight bet, man Yo, hold up wait a minute guys, man You guys mind if I go with you to this club, man? Haha, man E, I don't know about that, man Last time we took somebody with us, man We had to carry him home, man, he got out of control The whole nine yards, you know what I'm sayin', man? Nah, man, that's not me, man, I can handle my liquor, man I just go to have a good time and dance, man Drinkin' is no problem to me, stuff tastes like fruit punch Are you sure, man? Positive, man, positively positive Aight, man, let's take him then [Verse 1: Erick Sermon & PMD] We went out that night To a club downtown That was very high class And had boomin' sounds We went in And we were dressed to impress Fly women and girlies Lookin' their very best We took a seat at the bar Feelin' brand new Frank ordered drinks, no liquor Just plain old brew He finished it Then he ordered one more And another, and another And that made four He seen this fly girlie Suave and debonair Light-skinned complexion With long black hair But this girl was ugly I mean her body was through But after four drinks or more She looked like Paula Abdul [Interlude: Frank B] You know what baby? You startin' to look good You startin' to look real good You startin' to remind me of that superstar, Paula Abdul [Verse 2: PMD & Erick Sermon] The party was over It was time to go You insisted on drivin' When we said no [Interlude: Frank B & PMD] Nah, guys, you know? I can drive myself home, man That ain't gonna be no problem I drive better when I feel nice (Are you sure, man?) Are you kidding me, man? That stuff in there, that stuff in there taste like fruit punch I could drink that all night [Verse 3: Erick Sermon & PMD] So you got in your car Swervin' on the road There was a cop in the bushes On radar patrol The light turned green And you decided to stop It turned red, you took off And got pulled over by a cop [Chorus: PMD & Erick Sermon] You overdid it, holmes You had too much to drink You overdid it, holmes You had too much to drink You overdid it, holmes You had too much to drink You overdid it, holmes You had too much to drink [Interlude: PMD & Frank B] Uh, excuse me, can I see your license and registration please? I don't have my license registration right now But if you give me a chance, I can go home and get it Oh, what are you a wise guy, son? No, I don't mean to be a wise guy, officer The honest truth, what really happened is I just came from a plane from Dominican Republic By the time I got to Motor Vehicle, Motor Vehicle was closed Oh, it was closed? Yeah, it was closed Oh, what's your name son? My name is Frankie Nato, but my friends, they call me Frank B How 'bout you, officer? What you call yourself? Oh, this guy's a real wise guy Who's the young lady in the passenger seat? You don't know who that is? That's a superstar Paula Abdul, say hi, Paula Oh yeah, that's Paula Abdul? Have you been drinkin', son? Oh no, I don't drink, man, the only thing I drink is fruit punch Okay son, you wanna turn your car off And leave the keys in the ignition and come with me please? Where we goin' officer? I want you to come sit in the back seat and blow in this tube for me please Wait a minute, wait a minute, I ain't no faggot I never blow anything in my life, and don't plan to How bout you, officer, you blowin' anything? Just blow into the tube, son Okay, okay, man Oh, what's this, man? 2.0? Oh, Guns N' Roses, dude! You might as well get Paula 'Cause you goin' downtown sonny, you're drunk! So what you tryin' to tell me officer? You tryin' to tell me that that machine, tell me I'm drunk, man? Somethin' wrong with that machine That machine need a good fixin', man That's what I think, officer No, you know what I think, son? I think you need a good lawyer Let me tell you officer, I have a lawyer My lawyer is so good, so, so good And by the time he's finished with you, you gonna be workin' in Alaska So dress warm, as a matter of fact I suggest you go out and buy yourself a sheepdog 'Cause it gets bitterly cold out there [Chorus: PMD & Erick Sermon] You overdid it, holmes You had too much to drink You overdid it, holmes You had too much to drink You overdid it, holmes You had too much to drink You overdid it, holmes You had too much to drink [Verse 4: Erick Sermon & PMD] Have you ever been coolin' On a Friday night With your friends gettin' wasted Just feelin' nice You continued to drink When you know you should stop The next thing you know Your behind is caught? Your body gets numb So you slow up the pace Your mouth gets watery And you can't feel your face You finally make it home And the fun begins You try to pass out But here comes the spins So you turn and toss Then you toss and turn Your head gets light And your chest starts to burn So you lay on your stomach And you tuck in your chin Pail by your bedside Now the breathing begins [Interlude: Frank B] Ah, oh God, just let me get through this last one If you let me make it If you let me make it through the night, God I promise I'll never have another drink again I'll never drink as long as I live As long as I live [Chorus: PMD & Erick Sermon] You overdid it, holmes You had too much to drink You overdid it, holmes You had too much to drink You overdid it, holmes You had too much to drink You overdid it, holmes You had too much to drink [Post-Chorus: PMD] You overdid it [Outro: PMD, Frank B & Erick Sermon] Ayo, this is EPMD tellin' you not to drink and drive 'Cause ain't nothin' cool about chillin' in a coffin six feet under You know what I'm sayin''? Yo, this is Frank B And learn from others mistakes, holmes And don't let peer pressure get to you 'Cause it costs you, or your life, or somebody else's life in the long run And it's like that And if you don't believe it, you can get the bozack See ya 5000