作曲 : Brooks, Robinson, Smith So exotic, so melodic E-Swift - so motherf****n, Alkaholik If you see me and you know me, come and holla at'cha homey and show me some lo-oooooooooooo-ve If you see me and you know me, come and holla at'cha homey and roll me some bu-uuuuuuuuuuuu-ud [girl sings to flute melody in background x2] La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Laahhh-ahhhhhhhhhhhhh-ahhhhh [Tash over girl] At least buy a ***** a drink or somethin, party people! Woo! Let me explain it [Tash] Aiyyo guns don't kill people, people kill people Tash he cracks hoes cause Rico's still Rico Swift is still Sweezy, Grams is still J-Ro We still don't give a ****, so don't move until we say so {"{"}*click*} Aight, do yo' dance While I bust like Christian Slater in _True Romance_ Let's get it on motherf****rs, time is tickin in here I'm on the same s*it as Luda, strictly "Chicken and Beer" What a diet, you should try it, Tash rock like Quiet Riot If I'm buyin out the bar, that means I'm really tryin to buy it If I'm lyin I'm flyin, half y'all ****** don't deserve me Holla if you heard me, holla if you ****** can't serve me (OHHH-ohhh!) From the pit to the booth CaTash is like Beanie, straight spittin "The Truth" Six albums the proof a *****'s workin harder at it We've been doin this since Raider hats, curls and Starter jackets (c'mon) [girl sings to flute melody in background x4] La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Laahhh-ahhhhhhhhhhhhh-ahhhhh [Chorus: Alkaholiks] You know you can't party like us, so stop tryin You know you ain't shot nobody, so stop lyin We like to get money, get drunk and smoke **** Tha Alkaholiks *****, just what the game need [J-Ro] Tha Liks get you spaced out, J-Ro never take the safe route Bring beef to your house like a Chinese takeout You couldn't see me if you was out back on a stakeout If I went out the back of the Outback Stakehouse ... with the Priest Holmes fakeout Stay in the cut, like when {"{"}?} scored a breakout Girls wanna play house, and play spouse I just pull my snake out, tell 'em play mouth The kush make me fade out into oblivion Green and moist like amphibians, deeply meridian Mississippi, I'll get Missy tipsy Sport Timberlands and *******, in a spank white crispy Hoes are so tricky, but I keep the upper hand I bring sand to the beach and just leave with more sand The Ro-Gram work hard to make 'em understand Now they realize that I'm the man, and they're singin [girl sings to flute melody in background x4] La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Laahhh-ahhhhhhhhhhhhh-ahhhhh [Chorus] [E-Swift] Aiyyo Cali's in the building we collectin the rent We at the bar takin shots like 50 Cent (G-G-G-G-G) Them ****** is nice, don't think twice I'm so cold, I ain't even gotta rock ice I'm so real, every time I touch the mic I'm certified sick, DJ's get the chills when they play me in the mix, Alkaholiks Your number one West coast hip-hop artist Been puttin s*it down since the day we started You won't realize it 'til we gone and departed I made my mark, ****** can't erase it Trademark sound comin straight out the bas***nt You can't replace it, it's too distinguished Invest my money in gold like Olde English E-Swift provided the beat, and that's me I might slang you a track and kick a verse for free [girl sings to flute melody in background x2] La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Laahhh-ahhhhhhhhhhhhh-ahhhhh [Chorus] [cut and scratched: "What the game needs"]
作曲 : Brooks, Robinson, Smith So exotic, so melodic E-Swift - so motherf****n, Alkaholik If you see me and you know me, come and holla at'cha homey and show me some lo-oooooooooooo-ve If you see me and you know me, come and holla at'cha homey and roll me some bu-uuuuuuuuuuuu-ud [girl sings to flute melody in background x2] La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Laahhh-ahhhhhhhhhhhhh-ahhhhh [Tash over girl] At least buy a ***** a drink or somethin, party people! Woo! Let me explain it [Tash] Aiyyo guns don't kill people, people kill people Tash he cracks hoes cause Rico's still Rico Swift is still Sweezy, Grams is still J-Ro We still don't give a ****, so don't move until we say so {"{"}*click*} Aight, do yo' dance While I bust like Christian Slater in _True Romance_ Let's get it on motherf****rs, time is tickin in here I'm on the same s*it as Luda, strictly "Chicken and Beer" What a diet, you should try it, Tash rock like Quiet Riot If I'm buyin out the bar, that means I'm really tryin to buy it If I'm lyin I'm flyin, half y'all ****** don't deserve me Holla if you heard me, holla if you ****** can't serve me (OHHH-ohhh!) From the pit to the booth CaTash is like Beanie, straight spittin "The Truth" Six albums the proof a *****'s workin harder at it We've been doin this since Raider hats, curls and Starter jackets (c'mon) [girl sings to flute melody in background x4] La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Laahhh-ahhhhhhhhhhhhh-ahhhhh [Chorus: Alkaholiks] You know you can't party like us, so stop tryin You know you ain't shot nobody, so stop lyin We like to get money, get drunk and smoke **** Tha Alkaholiks *****, just what the game need [J-Ro] Tha Liks get you spaced out, J-Ro never take the safe route Bring beef to your house like a Chinese takeout You couldn't see me if you was out back on a stakeout If I went out the back of the Outback Stakehouse ... with the Priest Holmes fakeout Stay in the cut, like when {"{"}?} scored a breakout Girls wanna play house, and play spouse I just pull my snake out, tell 'em play mouth The kush make me fade out into oblivion Green and moist like amphibians, deeply meridian Mississippi, I'll get Missy tipsy Sport Timberlands and *******, in a spank white crispy Hoes are so tricky, but I keep the upper hand I bring sand to the beach and just leave with more sand The Ro-Gram work hard to make 'em understand Now they realize that I'm the man, and they're singin [girl sings to flute melody in background x4] La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Laahhh-ahhhhhhhhhhhhh-ahhhhh [Chorus] [E-Swift] Aiyyo Cali's in the building we collectin the rent We at the bar takin shots like 50 Cent (G-G-G-G-G) Them ****** is nice, don't think twice I'm so cold, I ain't even gotta rock ice I'm so real, every time I touch the mic I'm certified sick, DJ's get the chills when they play me in the mix, Alkaholiks Your number one West coast hip-hop artist Been puttin s*it down since the day we started You won't realize it 'til we gone and departed I made my mark, ****** can't erase it Trademark sound comin straight out the bas***nt You can't replace it, it's too distinguished Invest my money in gold like Olde English E-Swift provided the beat, and that's me I might slang you a track and kick a verse for free [girl sings to flute melody in background x2] La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la Laahhh-ahhhhhhhhhhhhh-ahhhhh [Chorus] [cut and scratched: "What the game needs"]
