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