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(feat. Xzibit)
[Tash]
The drunken funkn has returned
Lets take it back to the old school one time yall, uhh
Ya ****** with me? Damn right yall ******* with us boy
(Shotglass, ha! Aint it drunk) Alkaholiks, say what?
(Yo Tash, smack these *******z up!)
With my Alkaholik style still comin of age
Free as a bird the beer fly on stage
Aint here for no frontin just to say a lil somethin
A ******* like CaTashll get this mother******* pumpin
I walk with a bop that make the cops ************ne flashlights
And I aint drunk ******** ****t, Im still faded from last night
Thats right yall, the Alkahol be spittin
Comin through *******..
[J-Ro]
I drink a lot of ale, smoke a lot of Ls a day
Got kegs in my room and bales of hay
Twenty-five roaches piled in my ashtray
Some like it slow some live the fast way
All the ladies know Im wild and nas-tay
I live the 'Rap Life' like my ******* Tash say
I down the whole brew, never half way
Im back and forth to the bar in the Likwid Cafe
[Chorus x2: Tha Liks]
Now put yo bottles to yo lips
When I sip, you sip, we sip - altogether now
Back, and, forth - to the bar yall
Back, and, forth - to the bar yall
[Xzibit]
They say one mans trash is the next mans treasure
Next man pain be the other mans pleasure
Whatever you wanna drink ma we bought the bar out
Last cats to call out, who wan fall out?
Worst case scenario walkin,I hate talkin
Do the damn thing, let your dogs start barkin
Embracin the bass (yeah) who keep you laced
With Henessey to the face, tequila with no chaser
Liks - bang kicks, kick dirt on tricks
****** smoked out rappers yall fiend for hits
I just - drop my ************t, never stop servin
Everything bump even the two-way versions
Im the West coast Julius Earving, been through the worst
Survived starvin to death and dyin of thirst
Come through, bring a homegirl, double the fun ****** ******
Cause two heads is better than one, so lets go
[Chorus]
[Tash]
So if Tash die tonight, rap music dont owe me **** ********t
I done did it all homey off blood sweat and spit (yes)
Spit-zophrenic off about a half a gallon
Of that strong ****** ******t that make me think Bucks like Ray Allen
Profilin in the beat-up ass bucket like ******* it
************ I make this car look good
Knock on wood, knock on MCs just for practice
Cause yall *******z cant ******* with these drunken-ass tactics
[ J-Ro]
We - stompin, rompin *******z
With the bumpin rhymes that keep the b-boys jumpin
Sayin ho, ladies sayin ow
Get it now front row wipe that brew from your brow
Cristal and malt liquor go down the same pipe
You drink with us you probably piss in the bed the same night
You throwin up on your clothes no hoes fo sho
Now you on your back pointin at the sky with your toes
[Chorus x2: as beat fades]