Sangtekst: No Redeeming Social Value. 40 Oz. Of Hardcore. Olde-E.

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