Bottle in hand and a mouth full of gold Shot at Pop and 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 Till two five-O's put the badge in my face Get into the car, to the station with me Not till I finish the last bottle of OLDE-E