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- Tha Alkaholiks Last Call 歌詞
- Tha Alkaholiks
- Yo last call last call last call for alcohol
At two you're through
Ay bartendah bartender
Yo whassup man
Ay man man let me get a rummmmm an coke
Yo man don't you think you had a little bit too much to drink
Ay just let me get one more man
Yo man I'm looking out for you man it's your life
Man I'll hop over this ************ and get my own damn drink
Hey niggy what time it is
It's time to roll my sleeves **** a few mc's up
Another rough cut from the crew that won't ease up
The alkaholik click aka the forty downers
Flips rhymes like calvin flips fries and quarter pounders
I never drink and drive cuz I might spill my drink
I failed the breathalizer so they took me to the clink
****** earlin in the sink cause they can't fade the cisco
I'm from the old school but I never rocked a disco
Loops from the group that likes to smack the *******
Tha liks is hittin hookers like a gangsta hittin switches
Front to the back to the side to the side
And make you dance with these ******* but no electric slidin
And I'm about to flip but first I'm bout to sip
Off the forty ounce of brew that I was saving for the trip
Back to the lab cuz all I do is bang cuts
That's why I hang around my group like a **** hang with nuts
I push one two's when ****** step on my shoes
Oh you haven't heard the news I've been giving fools blues
Manhandling chumps that step up just to keep my rep up
I push my fist through your grill
I never became a gangsta thanks ta my skill
On the nine inches of steel
You ask me what the k's for they don't mean nothing
'K's for the way my dee-jay's kuttin'
Last call y'all call y'all
Call y'all call y'all
Last call for alcohol
Last call y'all call y'all
Call y'all call y'all
Last call for alcohol
Yeah word
Alkaholik style *****
Uh I be one of dem ****** known to drink a gang of brewskis
Float like the wind so all y'all can call me cool breeze
Cooler than my man morris day in the winter
The **** rhyme inventor rockin shows at the center
So pass the mic on the down low
Now go grab a forty from the liquor sto'
And you don't stop don't stop and you don't quit don't quit
Unless you're in the studio making wack ****
Last call y'all call y'all
Call y'all call y'all
Last call for alcohol
Last call y'all call y'all
Call y'all call y'all
Last call for alcohol
Yeah that ***** squid is in the house
I got a forty-four mag with the clip with a clip
So mc's watch your lip cause I'm shootin from the hip ahh
I rip like oprah in tight jeans do
And splits a needle wrap a pair man because them ****s is on the fritz
It's crazy a few mc's amaze me
With this alkie style of rock mr spock couldn't phase me
Rhymin pays me but I do it anyway
Many say ay when it comes to rhymes you got plenty j
I'm so cool I drink forty ounces of freon
You never see me on the stage with a peon
When we on the microphone it's like jordan all alone
We slam competition scram damn
Can we get along nope
Switchblade to the throat to mc's who ain't ****
Call me j-ro the clepto cuz I'm stealing to the jaw
Of these half-baked rappers trying to get raw
Soul in my strut muscle in my hustle
It's just a little something for them punks that wanna bust they little
Def jam comedy raps that make me crack up
You better call the one-time and tell em send a backup
Cuz I'm about to act up I couldn't kick a verse
J-ro say he got it bad so that mean I got it worse
Check uno dos crack a forty make a toast
Let me rip the instrumental and impress the west coast
Last call y'all call y'all
Call y'all call y'all
Last call for alcohol
Last call y'all call y'all
Call y'all call y'all
Last call for alcohol
Uhh damn it feels like my bones is rattling
Uhh ohhh shit I'm outta here
Ohh yeah tell the sons of jones to kiss my ass
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