Текст песни Tha Alkaholiks - Hit and Run, слова песни Tha Alkaholiks

Текст песни Tha Alkaholiks - Hit and Run

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[J-Ro]I pull up to front with a smash to the ground black dulyNiggaz in the street gettin wild and unrulyDigga B was in the front so he let me through the doorI never get frisked so I pack a forty-fourStraight to the bar, can I get a rum and coke?The whole club was filled with the indo smokeE-Swift was scratchin, Tash was hoe catchinI had the latest fashion but my shit wasn`t matchinSo King Tee was baggin, the nigga Threat was bragginBout his brand new, baby boo, fiendin with the rag inLorenzo`s, but anyway, them hoes was deepPeep, E-Swift shoe em how we creep[E-Swift]Check you out, yeah you baby, up against the wallHere`s a dollar ten rum and coke, heavy on the alcoholStarin at your chest, and I can only guessLord have mercy what`s up under that Adidas dressYo shortay, you`re lookin kinda niceStick around and watch us rock the mic deviceShe gave me this look like she was puzzled or troubledI don`t think I`m large so she didn`t bust my bubbleIt`s the Liks baby where your girlfriends atShe said they got thrown out tryin to sneak in the backNo sweat, I`ll go out and get emHooked it up for Noid and Tash to get with emNow we on stage stop the mic from back-feedinGot the three hoes in the front row chillinThat`s how it be when you play high postCause all I wanna do is tap that ass and get ghost[Xzibit]This is how I roll it, I met her at a club last weekIt was this fly ass freak, I didn`t sleep, I got the digits, laid backCoolin at the crib one dayI think I`ll call her, we`re talkin on thephone for half an hourI finally ask her can a nigga come throughShe talkin bout she ain`t dressed I said "Cool, I`m still comin over"I get there, she`s chillin in some undies and a robeIce cold, forty down in the freezerAnd roll up blunts at my leisure, I play like I believe herHow she tellin me she ain`t no skeezerAn hour later I was breakin her offin each and every position that you can ever put a bitch inI got up and then I washed my shitAlright bitch, word got her rings then I splitYeah back to the shade, so I can get my lounge in effectXzibit keep the hoes in check, so checkChorus: Repeat 2XAll I really wanna doIs tap that ass `fore the night is throughAll I really wanna doIs tap that ass and get ghost with the cash[J-Ro]I was drunk as hell-est, I begin to bill for my praythe club reminded me of whylin at the Bush back in the dayThat`s when I seen her, the freak from the dinerHer name was Nina, or Tina, or was it ReginaFuck it, the bitch with the tipple bitties and the boomin bassI said my name is big game all in her faceI said for what it`s worth, I`m the best on earthKickin folls off my turf since the day of my birthI got a pocket full of money do you wanna help me spend itCan I get in your backfield like Cornelius BennetShe said, "Mmm, J-Ro yeah!Just let me know the time and I`ll be there"I said, "I`m drunk, tired, hoe, for heaven`s sakeLet`s go to Larry Parker`s for a burger and a shake"We got to the place I started stuffin my faceNot a bid did I waste, cause it was good to the tasteI didn`t wanna get stuck so I said, "What the heckI left my money in the truck so won`t you pick up the check"And the next move, you might think it`s tastelessBut I gave her a tip and got ghost with the waitress[Xzibit]We rip shows, and hoes drop clothes backstage it`s funnyThe shit bitches do for moneyOnly jockin on a nigga with his name in lightsI`d rather kickback relax and play the shades real tightYo last time, caught it with this fresh-ass hookerKept runnin her mouth about what it last meant to herI said, "Look hon, all I gots is blunts, fortiesA couple of brothers cause I don`t know the kids before meYou`re trippin." Dip into the streets to chillNigga these days, I`m gettin PJ`s, on the freewaysIt`s lovely, I get home, blaze up another drinkof somethin kinda stronger, to make the funk last longerYo, it`s the one and only who welp the bitchesThinkin they got me but yo they gettin they-selfI`m a bomb like the stealth, and hit way up above your wealthYou felt the vibe when I tapped that assChorus

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