My friend yousta be thin He's get all the women We'd go kick it at the bar But his drinkin' went too far He could see over his belt The brotha was slim and svelte But the gut snuck up while he wasn't lookin' And the beer stood firm within
Beergut Gettin' in the way of things Beergut, no longer can he see his nuts, Beergut He will keep drinkin' till he throws up
He's got the dunlap disease His gut is troubled trapped When his gut lap over his belt buckle My Hommie's arms and legs are thin His Gut is filled with Heineken 40 ounce chug-a-lugs of Old English Saint Ides Budweiser Micky's Big Mouth
Beergut Gettin' in the way of things Beergut, no longer can he see his nuts, Beergut He will keep drinkin' till he throws up
Then we leave from the bar We go to the homestead Get a six pack and turn on the TV ...roll a joint and take it... toke it to the head.
Then when the munchies take over We will raid the convenience store Grubbin' and scarfin' and fucked up And the Beergut grows some more
