Cisco Kid Was A Friend Of Mine...

When I mentioned 40 ouncers in my previous post, I probably
meant Cisco. Bottles of Cisco. I even drank Cisco, if I was in the mood
to tie one on.
Cisco was your basic fortified wine, stronger than Boone's farm.
Everyone in the neighborhood drank Ciscos of all flavors.
Cisco would mess you up, for a buck and a half.

So to be completely accurate, I'd have to say that the pimps and Hos were
actually drinking Cisco at the bus stop at 6, 7 a.m.
Cisco, the breakfast drink of whoring champions!