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- Tha Alkaholiks ******** 歌詞
- Tha Alkaholiks
- Whooo yeah yeah yeah yeah we kickin it
Uhh uhh uhh we kickin it
Yeah yeah we kickin it
Whooo yeah yeah we kickin it
Yeah calI in the house
Huh uhh fred in the house
Check it out ********
Im j-ro the man Im getting down
I gets mo daps than h rap brown
I drive the hoes wild cause they love the way I talk
You cant drive me crazy cause Im close enough to walk
I bust threes like terry tegall get higher than a eagle
Youre just a dirty pigeon bsn bout religion
I dont give a damn if you dont eat ham
You grab the microphone and reguse to slam
I make a ***** scared to grab the mic behind me
I kick **** so deep king neptune couldnt fine me
Yo can I get a go j-ro
Go j-ro to let me know if I can flow
I probably be ***** if I smoked crack like you
But swift and tashll beat my ass until Im black and blue
Cause I aint with no way out ****
Im tired of this one-hittin played out ****
Some ****** rock like the liks ********
Uhh I hate big tits **** ****
Well never make another hit ********
I dont drink cause I quit ********
Come on
Whooo yeah yeah yeah yeah
We kickin it hold up we kickin it
We kickin it
Baby youse my one and only ********
Baby thats a true fact ** ******
Uhh I never leave ya lonely ********
Yo Ill call you right back ********
Baby dont take the blame youse a real cool dame
But now that I made you call my name you just dont look the same
From the middle of the bed I bang your head like a rock n roller
On the way out I smacked a ***** with my pistol-a
When I met you I sure wishin aye tower
You hopped on my dank like there was no tomorrow
All I wanted was some ***in now you want affection
Damn I hate to see your ass coming in my direction
Wait here Ill be right back Im goin to get a spliff
You know Im goin through your ass like emmitt smith
Well oh snap here goes a fashion
Thats incredible with the style
That I learned back as a younglin wheres the beef
Dont sleep I used to run around with the creeps
Aint no telling jack told helen
About a lot of people so Im runnin for the border
And get me a taco gin and sako
Mom and pop yo Im rockin this ****
Its not a plan I wrote the book called style
Taught the child how to stand when he piss
Be a man go **** jan
The white mans tan bring back mc shan
And I rhymed every word ****** **
Wackest style you ever heard ********
For the beats sake rock on rock on
For the beats sake rock on rock on
And you go whoooo grand groove grand groove
Alkaholiks yall alkaholiks yall uhh take it back now
Cause its fat now thats how I bring it back now
Whoooo grand groove grand groove
This one dedicated to all the ************* out there
********tin
This wonderful ******** how would you make a record
Bullshit
I dont smoke no ********
I dont drink no ********
I dont **** no ********
This one goes out to the p-town
And all over yeah baby yeah baby compton baby
Everybody in the house
And we out alkaholiks
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