Текст песни Alkaholiks, Tha - 21 and Under
Alkaholiks, Tha - 21 and Under слова песни
Intro: Tash("Yes yes y`all, and you don`t stop" - repeat 12X)HelloLet me tell ya about the LiksSee it *echoes* say it *echoes*Ah, yoVerse One: TashI walked into a store I stepped straight to the freezerI grabbed some forty ounces and a few Bacardi BreezersI threw em on the counter then I went to find some chipsI`m thinkin bout this bitch I`m bout to visit with the hipsI asked the counter person for the biggest box of TrojansCause when I be onthe pussy I cause nuclear explosionsHe put them in my bad, totalled up my sumsHe said, "That comes to thirteen dollars," but I didn`t have no onesI gave him twenty, in walked some shortiesEyes beemin red headed straight for the fortiesFive foot three wannabe Tupac`sThey asked the man behind the counter for the Newport boxesThey stole some cans cause the man couldn`t see emCause he busy tryin to tell em next time he`ll ID emOne was starin at me, then suddenly it hit himThat`s that nigga from the Liks let`s crack the forties with himThey gave me daps they said I freak my rapsThey said they homey got some flows and twist off the beer capsHalfway finished, I asked em what their agesCause they lookin like, they barely out the puberty stagesFifteen, sixteen, one was too embarrasedHe said they started drinkin fuckin around and went to TerraceIt wasn`t long before the forties was goneSo as I turned around I told my young niggaz to stay strongBecause no matter how you scan it you`re the future of the planetYou don`t wanna be a rapper cause it`s drainin entertainintoo much strainin on your brain, I told em they don`t need itThey hit me with a card and said, "Call us if you wanna gtweeded," yeah sixteen years oldHangin out drinkin forties in the East Columbus coldAs they jumped onto they bikes in the knee-high snowThey all turned around and said, "You ain`t shit Rico!"Chorus: J-Ro, TashCan I send this out once, for my niggaz smokin bluntsTwice, for my niggaz rollin diceThree times, for my niggaz bust the rhymesSo they don`t do crimes to make it through the hard timesAs we send it out once, for my niggaz smokin bluntsTwice, for my niggaz rollin diceWhen the Liks is in the house we let you know like yo!If you hit me with a forty black I hit you with a flowVerse Two: J-RoIt was a Friday night, house party goin onAt my homies house, from dusk til dawnBlunts in the air plus kegs of brewSome half naked-bitches gettin pushed in the pool[In the corner was the DJ, gettin nice Feelin that shit, off the Alehze and ice]I only had one mic, now imaginA gang of drunk MC`s who wanna start rappinOne grabbed the mic and held on too long("...baby I`m on the mic, and I`m on the mic... *crowd boos* When I`m on the mic [Pass the mic god damn nigga] doin what I like, and when I`m on the mic...")Push came to shove *bang* now he`s goneThat`s what happens when the liquor does your thinkinSo keep this in mind when you`re out there drinkinChorus: Tash, J-RoOutro: J-Ro, TashAnd I`m out, time to get busyAs we flow up out this pieceI ain`t even mad, I ain`t even madI ain`t even mad at y`allIt`s the Alkaholiks...Yo yo, mic check one two one twoTransmittin live through the headphones, you know how we do itlow budget styleFor all MC`s in the houe I know how you feelI know you feelin the vibe right about nowCrackin the forty, sittin in the car, or at the clubbobbin your head to this albumBut yo, we gonna give you, we gonna give you a second to catch wreckGo ahead, get your freestyle onand you don`t have to be twenty-onerock that shit