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Yeah, Alkaholiks |
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Get it right |
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Alkaholiks! |
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[Chorus x4: female voice] |
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You gotta get up to get down |
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[J-Ro] |
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Cars, I drive so laid back |
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In my glass house bumpin "Big Payback" |
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James, that's my name don't wear it out |
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All these ladies wanna know my whereabouts |
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Women, I love e'rything about 'em |
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You cain't live with 'em, cain't live without 'em |
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Dogs, I like 'em big mean and vicious |
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When I tell 'em get you, you gon' need some stitches |
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Hip-Hop, I been doin it for years |
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Spent a lot of time drinkin too many beers |
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Clubs, man I'm always on the guest list |
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And I don't even have to dress up my best-est |
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Shoes, man I have so many pairs |
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From Timbos to kroker sacs and Nike Airs |
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Guns, I really don't carry |
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But I gotta lotta homies that would love to see you buried |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Tash] |
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Aiyyo my style ain't never switch I serve hook to hook |
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I'm still an Alkie in my ways, I never shook the look |
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You can see it in my face, I'm here to cook the rooks |
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Promoters lookin at me funny like they booked a crook |
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Sheeeit, I'm over here with Clipper chippers |
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With a gang of strippers downin these liquid mixtures |
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If my money make you sick, then I hope you feel better |
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I'ma grab me a bitch and slap some tailfeathers |
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Y'all niggaz can't even spell clever |
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While I take my time and write from the heart like jail letters |
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The ice might fool you from the wrist to the necklace |
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But if you out there talkin shit you on a reckless nigga's checklist |
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This the West, where Deebo lives |
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Where chicks run around claimin these is Rico's kids |
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Uh-uh, cause everybody wants somethin from me |
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The niggaz want my style and the bitches want my money |
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[Chorus] |
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[E-Swift] |
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I'm a wax carnivore |
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Eat beats like meat, hope you like it raw |
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Fuck it, I'm the next Curtis Shaw |
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mixed with Marley Marl y'all heard thus far |
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Spar with the track, so my wind's up to par |
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Know a few Alkies, got friends at the bar |
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Get the club jumpin like the pumps on my car |
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Front and back like the strippers that star |
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Daaaaamn, or like six-deuces on the 'Shaw |
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Might tap your jaw like {?} if we brawl |
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And I ain't even battlin y'all |
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I ride the tracks that the others just straddle and fall |
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Platinum plaques, I got stacks this tall |
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Looks like I got Baby's teeth on my wall |
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I'm +Hot Boy+, my whole click sick like SARS |
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We roll through and plug chicks like a pause |
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[Chorus x2] |
