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Текст песни The Alkaholiks - Hip Hop Drunkies

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[Featuring Ol Dirty Bastard][Tash] What`s yo` name?What`s yo` naaaaaame?[ODB] *burp* My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard... and I`ma Alkaholik[Tash] Yeah me too nigga[ODB] *singin some crazy shit*[Tash]You`re now rockin with Tha Liks so start reachin for the ozoneI see some girls I know but y`all look different with your clothes onWhat`s up though, Tash came to steal it like the GrinchWhile I`m leavin niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in FrenchBut it`s all Olde English that I`m 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, nobody`s tighterthan a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel yaSo I know the three words (Tash`ll kill ya) sound familiarI filter out the weak everytime I speakI drink to hit the peak to make my mind go (beep)I`m 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, it`s twenty seconds to a roundScavenger nigga, youse a shrimp, a full line of shitmy ear can`t digest itStop drinkin all that motherfuckin water, let`s 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 MC`s like mathBend you in half and drink a Genuine DraftI stop him, then I skied out with all wampumWhen he`s layin on the ground, I let my Dog Scrilla chop him(Switch reels) I feels its all about skillsThe outcome`s unbelievable like Tyson/HolyfieldYour lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful ownersMy style is wild, like G`s 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 PunkyIt`s 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 heckI`m a MC director, rhyme inspectorRated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector[J-Ro]Its the Packtown original b-boy I`m rappinWhat`s happenin, so dope got the pope clappinI`m smackin, on some chicken, what you kickinYou trickin, while I`m vickin hoes you stick your dick in[Tash]Step outta place, Tash`ll smack your taste out your faceCause there`s 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, doesn`t have no tuneI`m not your everyday, regular rap star peddlerOne on one at your rap seminarBeware of the Hard Way, Three`s the Hard WayAt you fuckers...[J-Ro]So aiyyo, my name is J-RoAnd my style is so dope they call it ya-yoI don`t 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 rebelYou`re 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 don`t kick that mumbo jumbo...[Tash]See this the type of shit niggaz don`t try at homeI come funkin up the spot like Micheal Jordan`s 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 didn`t come to tripI came to bring it to ya humb-leTumb-le all your plots and all your plansOl Dirty`s in the house and that`s my motherfuckin man!*outro*It`s the Likwid crewComin through with Ol Dirty from the WuPassin your party, jettin out with allt he brewSo what y`all new, niggaz think you wanna do?(repeat 2X)

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