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

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

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

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

All the ladies know I'm wild and
I live the rap life like my nigga say
I down the 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, to the bar y'all

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

They say one man's trash is the man's 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 damn thing, let your start barking
Embracing the bass who keep you laced
With Hennessey to the face, tequila no chaser

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

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

Now put yo' bottles to yo'
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 music owe me shit
I done did it all homey off sweat and spit (yes)
Spit-zophrenic off about a half a
Of that strong shit make me think Bucks like Ray Allen

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

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

Cristal and malt go down the same pipe
You drink with us you probably in the bed the same night
You throwing up on your clothes no fo' sho'
Now you on your back pointing at the sky with 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' bottles to yo'
When I sip, you sip, we sip now
Back, and, to the bar y'all
Back, and, to the bar y'all