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

my Alkaholiks style still coming of age
Free as a the beer fly on stage
here for no fronting just to say a lil' somethin
A nigga CaTash'll get this motherfucker pumpin'

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

I a lot of ale, smoke a lot of L's a day
Got kegs in my and bales of hay
Twenty-five roaches in my ashtray
like it slow some live the fast way

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

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

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

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

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

bang kicks, kick dirt on tricks
Fucking out rappers y'all fiend for hits
I just my shit, never stop serving
Everything bump even the versions

I'm the West coast Julius Earving, through the worst
Survived starving to death and of thirst
Come through, bring a home girl, the fun bitch
two heads is better than one, so let's go

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

So, if Tash die tonight, rap don't owe me shit
I done did it all off blood sweat and spit (yes)
off about a half a gallon
Of that strong shit that make me think Bucks like Ray

Profiling in the ass bucket like fuck it
Bitch I make this car good
Knock on wood, knock on just for practice
'Cause y'all niggaz can't fuck with these tactics

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

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

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

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