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 bitch and slap some tailfeathers

Y'all niggaz 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 shit you on a reckless nigga'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 niggaz want my style and the bitches want my money



[Chorus]



[E-Swift]

I'm a wax carnivore

Eat beats like meat, hope you like it raw

Fuck 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]