Текст песни Tha Alkaholiks f King Tee - 21 and Over
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Intro: J-Ro(Whooo! Hah hah!) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah we kickin itUhh uhh uhh we kickin itYeah yeah we kickin it(Whooo!) Yeah yeah we kickin itYeah, Cali in the houseHuh, uhh, Fred in the houseCheck it out, BULLSHIT!Verse One: J-RoI`m J-Ro the man, I`m gettin downI gets mo daps than H. Rap BrownI drive the hoes wild cause they love the way I talkYou can`t drive me crazy cause I`m close enough to walkI bust threes like Terry Tegall, get higher than a eagleYou`re just a dirty pigeon, BSn bout religionI don`t give a damn if you don`t eat hamYou grab the microphone and reguse to slamI make a nigga scared to grab the mic behind meI kick shit so deep King Neptune couldn`t fine meYo, can I get a go J-Ro?(Go J-Ro!) To let me know if I can flowI probably be doper if I smoked crack like youBut Swift and Tash`ll beat my ass until I`m black and blueCause I ain`t with, no way out shitI`m tired of this one-hittin played out shitSome niggaz rock like the Liks... BULLSHIT!Uhh, I hate big tits... BULLSHIT!We`ll never make another hit... BULLSHIT!I don`t drink cause I quit... BULLSHIT!Come on(Whooo!) Yeah yeah yeah yeahWe kickin it (hold up) we kickin itWe kickin itBaby youse my one and only... BULLSHIT!Baby that`s a true fact... BULLSHIT!Uhh, I never leave ya lonely... BULLSHIT!Yo, I`ll call you right back... BULLSHIT!Verse Two: J-Ro, King TeeBaby don`t take the blame youse a real cool dameBut now that I made you call my name you just don`t look the sameFrom the middle of the bed I bang your head like a rock n rollerOn the way out, I smacked a nigga with my pistol-aWhen I met you I sure wishin aye towerYou hopped on my dank like there was no tomorrowAll I wanted was some sexin, now you want affectionDamn I hate to see your ass comin in my directionWait here, I`ll be right back, I`m goin to get a spliffYou know I`m goin through your ass like Emmitt SmithWell oh snap! Here goes a fashionThat`s incredible, with the styleThat I learned back as a younglin, where`s the beefDon`t sleep, I used to run around with the creepsAin`t no tellin, Jack told HelenAbout a lot of people so I`m runnin for the borderAnd get me a taco, gin and sakoMom and pop yo, I`m rockin this shit!It`s not a plan I wrote the book called styleTaught the child how to stand when he pissBe a man, go fuck JanThe white man`s tan, bring back MC ShanAnd I rhymed every word... BULLSHIT!Wackest style you ever heard... BULLSHIT!Outro:For the beats sake, rock on rock onFor the beats sake, rock on rock onAnd you go Whoooo! Grand groove, grand groove(Alkaholiks y`all, alkaholiks y`all) Uhh, take it back nowCause it`s fat now, that`s how I bring it back nowWhoooo! Grand groove grand grooveThis one dedicated, to all the motherfuckers out thereBullshittinThis wonderful bullshit how would you make a record BULLSHIT!I don`t smoke no BULLSHIT!I don`t drink no BULLSHIT!I don`t fuck no BULLSHIT!This one goes out to the P-TownAnd all over, yeah baby, yeah baby, Compton babyEverybody in the houseAnd we out... Alkaholiks...