Jimmy, Brian & Mike [V1] lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, woo, yeah
Fetch me a beer, man
The f*ckin' Red Wings are playin'
Ayy, the f*ckin' Red Wings are playin', man, f*ck
Shut up, man, you're gonna f*ckin' make me miss the game

[Verse 1]
Hey, Brian, you ain't coverin' the rush hole
You're not doin' it right, pay attention
Who the f*ck taught you to smoke? Bill Clinton?
Come on, inhale, puff, pass, puff, pass
Okay, that's enough, damn
Tom, that's my mom's lamp
Goddamn, dude, f*ckin' calm down (Sorry)
Look at you guys, you're makin' a mess, where's Jason?
"Dude, I'm in the basement with Jeff
He just dropped a bunch of weights on his chest
Help me gеt 'em off," wait, you're breakin' his nеck (Alright)
You grab that end, di*k, I'll grab this end
I told him not to lift when he sniffs, he don't listen

[Chorus]
(Chicka) Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike
(Chicka) Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike
(Ch—) Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike
(Chicka) Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike
[Verse 2]
I spilled beer on the carpet, the walls are drunk, you as*h*le
I ain't leanin' on 'em, I'm holdin' 'em up
sh*t, tonight, man, I ain't holdin' 'em up
I'm openin' up shop to the cops and closin' it shut
Nineteen shots might seem like a lot, but it's not
I ain't even buzzin', man, I swear to God
Tom, stop, you're gonna scare the dog
He's gonna bark and Mr. Johnson's gonna come downstairs, and, ugh
"Hey, I want some peace and quiet here
Or I'ma send the goddamn police in riot gear"
Shut up, Mr. Johnson, don't even start
Go have another f*ckin' heart attack, you old fart
I hate that guy, Brian, that's the hamper
What's the matter, you can't go to the damn bathroom?
"Sorry, I had to sh*t, dude, where's the tissue?"
I don't know, just use this XXL issue
Look at this house, who put this couch crooked?
Ow, stupid, you just stepped on my foot, now look it
It looks like I just stepped in a mud puddle
You f*ckin' di*k (I'm sorry), shut up, butthole
You prolly did it on purpose, you f*ckin' drunk bast*rd
Here, take your keys, go cruisin' up Gratiot
I hate you guys, you ain't my friends
Look what you just did to my mom's eight-by-tens
Now she's gonna blame me, I hope you're happy now
Party's over, everybody get your asses out
Out, I said out
Put that beer down, out
[Chorus]
(Chicka) Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike
(Chicka) Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike
(Ch-chicka) Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike
Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky and Mike