Artist: tha alkaholiks
Song: pass out
Ah! Y'all niggaz finally came back with the beers
We're the Alkaholiks in the house
Slow ass niggaz
Hey, let's pass out some of this brew, James
Better have some 40's and tall cans and shit
James let's pass some of this brew out, check it out, yo
One for you, one for you
One for you, one for you
A few for your crew and this one's for you
One for you but this here is my brew
It's the beer drinkin', breath stinkin' sniffin' money
I throw my hands up and say, "It's good", like Gene Tunny
C'mere pull my finger, so I can let the funk flow
E-Swift the funk bro, beats to make the trunk roll
Welcome to the house the one times can't raid
Where I grab the mic trippin' like my weed was sprayed
So to try to take what's mine you better be the smoothest criminality
'Cause I'm deadly to the point I had to warn the Surgeon General
So let the women know, they call Captain Slave-a-Hoe
Or J to the Ro, from Tha Likwit crew beer roll
And speakin' of crews, yo whose next to lose
Instead of five mics, I'd rather have five brews
And if y'all niggaz peeped the news you saw the weatherman predictin'
The rain was on the way because you know who brings Tha Likwit
The nigga risked it, rap exquisite down for housing
'Cause I'm tryin' to keep it pumpin' till the year two thousand
And fourteen, we'll still be holdin' down the scene
Comin' fresh every time like peas from Jolly Green
Every time we rock a show we send the crowd to detoxes
Tha Liks bring the flicks that kicks like six oxes
And I be rockin' niggaz boxers like I'm DJ Run
So men and women rush my music like it's CK One
So of course I got it locked even my wackiest two bitches
Look flayer than the hennas and the low rider bitches
And we left you all in stitches now we back like early morn
We comin' back out on that shit like creamed corn
With that Likwit funk, won't stop until you say, uh
I save a brew for you, fool, only when I'm drunk
So what you sayin' punk, even with a shipment of equipment
You still couldn't rock it cause you don't be comin' different
So that bruisin' you was cruisin' for has just arrived
With the Olde English crack just to make it live
One for you, one for you
One for you, one for you
A few for your crew, this one's for you
Damn we runnin' out of brew now what we gonna do?
Three drunk motherfuckers goin' 'round the outside
Round the outside, round the outside
Three drunk motherfuckers goin' 'round the outside
(So dosey do your partner!)
Can you feel it? Yeah
If you didn't have it would you steal it? Hell, yeah
Well, it's yours, my rap skills are black like burnt hills
On the reals, I make the coldest nigga catch the chills
Like the Buffalo Bills, you had your chances
(That's right)
Pack your pots and pans, and fly your ass back to Kansas
I should Diss You, wack rhymes are the issue
I come up with hooks that'll pull out your tissue
Like Tito, white kids think I'm neato
I chop MC's up and throw em in my burrito
What? Never interrupt me when I'm speakin'
Just sit your ass down and say, "Weallll" like a Deacon
Fuck the trendy clothes I want the bankrolls
Your style is funny like hoes with big butts and skinny ankles
And havin' shoes or where their coats is, right under our noses
'Cause Tash brings the chronic, so fuck a dozen roses
Talk they feet out sweep 'em from the second that I peep 'em
'Cause the women look so good I wanna take 'em home and keep 'em
Freak 'em but only with my Jimmy well protected
'Cause I know you want it raw but I can't give it to ya naked
So chill for a second while I wreck it on the Audi
'Cause I kick that kinda shit that leaves y'all bitches brains cloudy
Now we, come to the payoff because I'm way off
I fuck parties up like Ferris Bueller on his day off
So peep how I creep and how deep I dive
With the Olde English crack just to make it live
One for you, one for you
One for you, one for you
One for you and this one's for you
Damn we out of fuckin' brew then fuck it, then we through
Three drunk motherfuckers goin' 'round the outside
Round the outside, round the outside
Three drunk motherfuckers goin' 'round the outside
Once again
Three drunk motherfuckers goin' 'round the outside
Round the outside, round the outside
Three drunk motherfuckers goin' 'round the outside
And we gonna fuck it up, motherfuckers
Yeah, that's right, go keep all your hoes motherfuckers it's 1996
Likwit crew, Alkaholiks, King Tee, Xzibit, Phil Da Agony, Defari
Uh, A.K.A. the Forty Downers, what y'all know about this?
West coast hip-hop at it's motherfuckin' finest
(Uh, Phil Da Ag in the house)
Forty To Da Head in the house
(X to the Z in the house)
E-Swift on the beat
(And Barber Shop in the house)
Need I say more?
(West coast, East coast)
Hell no
(All over the world and we out)
