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Tha Liks
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作詞:E Brooks, A Joiner, J Robinson, R Smith
The drunken funk'n has returned Let's take it back to the old school one time y'all, uhh Ya fucking with me? Damn right y'all fuck with us boy (Shot glass, ha ain't it drunk) Alkaholiks, say what? (Yo Tash, smack these niggaz up!)
With my Alkaholiks style still coming of age Free as a bird the beer fly on stage Ain't here for no fronting just to say a lil' somethin A nigga like CaTash'll get this motherfucker pumpin'
I walk with a bop that make the cops shine flashlights And I ain't drunk shit, I'm still faded from last night That's right y'all, the Alkahol be spitting Comin' through bitches
I drink a lot of ale, smoke a lot of L's 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 I'm wild and nas-tay I live the rap life like my nigga Tash say I down the whole brew, never half way I'm back and forth to the bar in the Likwid Cafe
Now put yo' bottles to yo' lips When I sip, you sip, we sip altogether now Back, and, forth to the bar y'all Back, and, forth to the bar y'all
Now put yo' bottles to yo' lips When I sip, you sip, we sip altogether now Back, and, forth to the bar y'all Back, and, forth to the bar y'all
They say one man's trash is the next man's treasure Next man pain be the other man's pleasure Whatever you wanna drink ma we bought the bar out Last cats to call out, who wan' fall out?
Worst case scenario walking, I hate talking Do the damn thing, let your dogs start barking Embracing the bass yeah who keep you laced With Hennessey to the face, tequila with no chaser もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com
Liks bang kicks, kick dirt on tricks Fucking smoked out rappers y'all fiend for hits I just drop my shit, never stop serving Everything bump even the two-way versions
I'm the West coast Julius Earving, been through the worst Survived starving to death and dying of thirst Come through, bring a home girl, double the fun bitch 'Cause two heads is better than one, so let's go
Now put yo' bottles to yo' lips When I sip, you sip, we sip altogether now Back, and, forth to the bar y'all Back, and, forth to the bar y'all
So, if Tash die tonight, rap music don't owe me shit I done did it all homey off blood sweat and spit (yes) Spit-zophrenic off about a half a gallon Of that strong shit that make me think Bucks like Ray Allen
Profiling in the beat-up ass bucket like fuck it Bitch I make this car look good Knock on wood, knock on MC's just for practice 'Cause y'all niggaz can't fuck with these drunken-ass tactics
We stompin', romping niggaz With the bumpkin rhymes that keep the b-boys jumping Saying ho, ladies saying 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 throwing up on your clothes no hoes fo' sho' Now you on your back pointing at the sky with your toes
Now put yo' bottles to yo' lips When I sip, you sip, we sip altogether now Back, and, forth to the bar y'all Back, and, forth to the bar y'all
Now put yo' bottles to yo' lips When I sip, you sip, we sip altogether now Back, and, forth to the bar y'all Back, and, forth to the bar y'all
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