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

When he chuckle it pinch the 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



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 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



Beergut - Gettin' in the way of things

Beergut - No longer can he see his nuts

Beergut - He will keep drinkin' till he throws up