Текст песни Alkaholiks - 21 And Over
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Verse One: E-SwiftI stop by the club, cuz it ain`t shit else to do itI`m on the guestlist, it`s E-Swift plus twoStepped to the bar, cuz, it`s a bad habitOpen mic night, so, the Liks gots to grab itCheck the mic, it sounds tight soI guess we might rock the motherfucker all night yoThe niggaz went wild, the hoes went crazyWe dropped the microphone than we SwayzeVerse Two: J-RoOooh don`t I sound great when I down a black eighthMy style is much hotter than the enchilada plateMy name is James but the girls call me God when I`m humpinI should get a gold medal for broad jumpinRappers, talkin bout, back to the old schoolYou never shoulda left in the first place foolNow everybody wants to be a prophetBut I won`t quit rhymin bout my dick so get off itYou put a rhyme together but I only dismantle itSo gimme a high-five cause you juts can`t handle itIf rap was a swimming pool I`d climb to the topPlus a triple-back, hand me the mic and watch the belly flopDagnabit, I got a bad habitIt don`t matter where I`m at I seen a booty and I grab itSo niggaz step back before you get litI`m a grown motherfuckin man and you can`t tell me shitChorus: repeat 2XYou can`t tell me shit, you can`t tell me a hot damn thingYou can`t tell me shit, you can`t tell me shitVerse Three: J-RoI rock you like Lenny Kravitz, or NirvanaI`m puttin suckers on pause like a commaI never ape crazy act but I got the yapes a superherofrom the ghetto puttin creases in my capes(Up up up and away, J-Ro!!)I got more hoes than a canyon got echoesI`m rougher than Bluto, tougher than a callousMy number one football team is DallasCowboys, now boys, can`t you see I`m greater thanYour grandpops is my number one fanYou get ran on the court you dribble like Manute BolYou try to take it to the hole *crowd roars* get that shit outta hereI`m more gifted than Christmas morningI pull out a pen and write a rhyme when I`m boningMe I`m tripping, let me light my Phillie bluntOh there goes my beeper, what the hell do Billy want[Yo whassup J?] Man I quit selling weed[No I need a funky break] Well I got what you needChorusVerse Four: J-RoYou hittin corners with the Alkies seen you pull-out cuz you greatThe crew who got another tape that`s bumpin harder, save it!Rhythm and blues blew a fuse, and now it ain`t the sameThey put a lot of Funky Drummers out the gameThey samplin the fresh hip-hop breaks, just to make a hitThat`s why to me, R&B, really ain`t shitSo peace to all the real hip-hop niggyrolesThe ones who knows about flows and rockin showsI wanna say whassup to the ladiesI gotsta say whassup to the ladiesFrom the Atlantic, to the PacificI gotsta be specific, they know I`m terrificI`m pushin up to the bars, got em screamin AlkaholsOhh gosh call me Josh cause I`m bringin down the wallsMC extrordinaire, J-Ro came to set it straightI never hesitate to grab the mic and meditateIn LA, most niggaz walk the sameAct the same, talk the same, drive the sameDress the same, shoot the same, fuck the sameBut this is Ro and I got my own gameI drive through lyrics like I`m riding on the freewayAnd I don`t give rappers, no kind of leewayChumps be hittin ejects cause I break necks when I flexI be housin mo niggaz than the projectsChorusOutro: J-RoYeah, this goes out to King TeeDJ Pooh, yo the whole crewYo D-Pimp for makin the trackThat nigga TashDeadly ThreatThis is J-Ro and E-SwiftTha Alkaholiks, and it`s like that