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Текст песни Tha Alkaholiks - Hip Hop Drunkies

Tha Alkaholiks - Hip Hop Drunkies слова песни




[tash] whats yo name? Whats yo naaaaaame? [odb] *burp* my name is, ol dirty bastard... and ima alkaholik[tash] yeah me too nigga[odb] *singin some crazy shit*[tash]Youre now rockin with tha liks so start reachin for the ozoneI see some girls I know but yall look different with your clothes onWhats up though, tash came to steal it like the grinchWhile Im leavin niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in frenchBut its all olde english that Im bringin from beneathTry to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teethCause I make words connect like westside when I test glideMy drunken lyrical hanglider, nobodys tighterThan a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel yaSo I know the three words (tashll kill ya) sound familiarI filter out the weak everytime I speakI drink to hit the peak to make my mind go (beep)Im def-da-fyin, you rappin like my clientTryin to scrape me for the style that slam harder than kobe bryantBe quiet! this is likwidation from the westMotherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest[ol dirty bastard]Yo, yo, breaker breaker breaker one-nineI bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shineCause she thought she was fineShe winked at me, I thought it was fineThis nigga poutin, this hoe was mineI had the alcohol in me, took my timeLet a nigga ro-tate turn on the tablePut in the diamond needle, pull it to your egoWhat? you the king in the chair on my groundThe tyson of sound, its twenty seconds to a roundScavenger nigga, youse a shrimp, a full line of shitMy ear cant digest itStop drinkin all that motherfuckin water, lets take it to the landSo I can godzilla up your sheeit, mr. tiny tim manNiggaz be creepin up my beanstalkWhen I start to come down on your fuckin assesTry to chip shit on up, get these nutsMotherfucker what!![j-ro]The ro pimped the flow like a hoe, so I should rap on the mack-raphoneMy rhymes hittin hard enough to crack a boneI divide square mcs like mathBend you in half and drink a genuine draftI stop him, then I skied out with all wampumWhen hes layin on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him(switch reels) I feels its all about skillsThe outcomes unbelievable like tyson/holyfieldYour lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful ownersMy style is wild, like gs or the pistolasNo need to ask, I put you on like a ski maskWe can fight the power like this was p.e. classI bomb squads like hank shockPeace to my nigga scott puttin stickers on the block*burp* I drink more brewsters than punkyIts the further adventures of the hip-hop drunkies*chorus*You bithces are hoesPut it in ya like my motherfuckin hoeOr in your butthole/earholeWhever the fuck it goes(repeat 2x)[ol dirty]Yeah, yo, yo, yoNo disrespect to any architectWho tried to perfect, oh what the heckIm a mc director, rhyme inspectorRated top ten, brooklyn borough sector[j-ro]Its the packtown original b-boy Im rappinWhats happenin, so dope got the pope clappinIm smackin, on some chicken, what you kickinYou trickin, while Im vickin hoes you stick your dick in[tash]Step outta place, tashll smack your taste out your faceCause theres nowhere to hide unless you move to outer spaceCause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumesSo you betta (make room) when you hear the (boom boom)[ol dirty (rapping like rza)]Hey sugar plum, how can you assumeThat the pitch of the volume, doesnt have no tuneIm not your everyday, regular rap star peddlerOne on one at your rap seminarBeware of the hard way, threes the hard wayAt you fuckers...[j-ro]So aiyyo, my name is j-roAnd my style is so dope they call it ya-yoI dont rap fast, I love green grassNuttin nice on the mic, call me a mean ass[ol dirty (still rapping like rza)]Extra da-llama, bring hahahaExtra extra bring the da-llamaVerse a better one, then slice-a-versaGod acre, massacre murderedAlso known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebelYoure just rhyme to survive streetsTrue beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyricsLike the acre without the attic, but not the only asiaticTrue God but my dick is my lightning robHoe dont kick that mumbo jumbo...[tash]See this the type of shit niggaz dont try at homeI come funkin up the spot like micheal jordans cologneWith the megadrunken, style to keep the crowd pumpinNiggaz lookin at me like, tash is up to somethin(get drunk and I stumbled) but I didnt come to tripI came to bring it to ya humb-leTumb-le all your plots and all your plansOl dirtys in the house and thats my motherfuckin man!*outro*Its the likwid crewComin through with ol dirty from the wuPassin your party, jettin out with allt he brewSo what yall new, niggaz think you wanna do? (repeat 2x)

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