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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Liks kicks, kick dirt on tricks
Fucking smoked out rappers y'all fiend for
I just my shit, never stop serving
bump even the two-way versions

I'm the West coast Julius Earving, been the worst
Survived to death and dying of thirst
through, bring a home 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 don't owe me shit
I done did it all homey off blood sweat and (yes)
Spit-zophrenic off a half a gallon
Of that strong shit that make me think Bucks Ray Allen

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

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

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

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

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