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The funk'n 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 niggaz up!)

With my style still coming of age
Free as a bird the fly on stage
Ain't here for no just to say a lil' somethin
A nigga like CaTash'll get motherfucker pumpin'

I walk with a bop that make the cops flashlights
And I ain't drunk shit, I'm still faded last night
right y'all, the Alkahol be spitting
Comin' bitches

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

All the ladies know I'm wild and
I live the rap life like my Tash say
I down the whole brew, never way
I'm back and to the bar in the Likwid Cafe

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

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

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

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

I'm the West coast Earving, been through the worst
Survived starving to and dying of thirst
Come through, a home girl, double the fun bitch
'Cause two heads is better than one, so go

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

So, if die tonight, rap music don't owe me shit
I did it all homey off blood sweat and spit (yes)
Spit-zophrenic off about a a gallon
Of that strong shit that make me Bucks like Ray Allen

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

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

Cristal and malt liquor go the same pipe
You drink with us you probably piss in the bed the night
You throwing up on your clothes no hoes fo'
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, to the bar y'all
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, to the bar y'all