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The drunken has returned
Let's it back to the old school one time y'all, uhh
Ya fucking with me? Damn right y'all with us boy
(Shot glass, ha it drunk)
Alkaholiks, say
(Yo Tash, smack these up!)

With my Alkaholiks style still of age
as a bird the beer fly on stage
Ain't here for no fronting just to say a somethin
A nigga CaTash'll get this motherfucker pumpin'

I walk with a bop that make the shine flashlights
And I ain't shit, I'm still faded from last night
That's y'all, the Alkahol be spitting
Comin' through

I a lot of ale, smoke a lot of L's a day
Got in my room and bales of hay
roaches piled in my ashtray
Some like it slow some live the way

All the ladies know I'm and nas-tay
I live the rap like my nigga Tash say
I down the whole brew, never way
I'm and forth to the bar in the Likwid Cafe

Now put yo' to yo' lips
I sip, you sip, we sip altogether now
Back, and, to the bar y'all
Back, and, forth to the bar

Now put yo' to yo' lips
When I sip, you sip, we sip now
Back, and, forth to the bar
Back, and, to the bar y'all

They say one trash is the next man's treasure
Next man pain be the other man's
Whatever you wanna ma we bought the bar out
Last cats to out, who wan' fall out?

Worst scenario walking, I hate talking
Do the thing, let your dogs start barking
Embracing the bass yeah who keep you
Hennessey to the face, tequila with no chaser

Liks kicks, kick dirt on tricks
Fucking smoked out rappers fiend for hits
I just drop my shit, never serving
Everything even the two-way versions

I'm the West Julius Earving, been through the worst
Survived to death and dying of thirst
Come through, bring a girl, double the fun bitch
'Cause two heads is better one, so let's go

Now put yo' bottles to yo'
I sip, you sip, we sip altogether now
Back, and, to the bar y'all
Back, and, forth to the bar

So, if Tash die tonight, rap music owe me shit
I done did it all off blood sweat and spit (yes)
Spit-zophrenic off a half a gallon
Of strong shit that make me think Bucks like Ray Allen

Profiling in the beat-up ass bucket like it
Bitch I this car look good
on wood, knock on MC's just for practice
'Cause y'all niggaz can't fuck with these drunken-ass

We stompin', niggaz
With the bumpkin rhymes that keep the b-boys
Saying ho, saying ow
Get it now front row wipe that from your brow

Cristal and malt liquor go down the pipe
You drink with us you probably in the bed the same night
You up on your clothes no hoes fo' sho'
Now you on your back pointing at the sky with toes

Now put yo' to yo' lips
When I sip, you sip, we sip now
Back, and, forth to the bar
Back, and, forth to the bar

Now put yo' bottles to yo'
When I sip, you sip, we sip now
Back, and, forth to the bar
Back, and, to the bar y'all