Olde-E - No Redeeming Social Value

Bottle in hand and a mouth full of gold

Shot at Pop & Kims' and the shit’s always cold

Drink it in the can and drink it in the glass

We swill OLDE-E and we got no class

In the paper bag, and you know it’s true

We don’t drink nothing but OLDE-E brew

OLDE-E, OLDE-E always got the bottle in my hand

OLDE-E, OLDE-E drink it with the hardcore band

Bottle in hand, driving down the block

The shit’s kept low, hidden from the cops

Drive to the castle of burgers and fries

Pulled out the ass (dick, gun…)and the bitch got a surprise

Give me all the money or your life is through

I just got finished drinking OLDE-E brew

Don’t want no trouble, don’t want no scuffle

My man VanButlett hit the guard with bottle

Grabbed all the money, was out of the palce

'til two five-O's put the badge in my face

Get into the car, to the station with me

Not 'til i finish the last bottle of OLDE-E