Tha Alkaholiks Hit And Run 가사검색

Hit And Run Tha Alkaholiks frisked so I pack a forty-four Straight to the bar, can I get a rum and coke?

Soda Pop Tha Alkaholiks super-sak Then, let me hit the doobie, can't fuck with the rock Bust one shot if you're (with me with me) Niggaz swing back don't (hit me hit me) I can freak freak the funk the funk funk And hit

LL Cool J Skit Tha Alkaholiks Yo we got, we got Cool J in the house And you know, Ladies Love Cool James So yo yo yo yo, ay man What do you suggest I drink when I'm just chillin with a girl and I wanna get her open?

Likwidation Tha Alkaholiks Verse One: J-Ro And this is how we run it down the line E-Swift is second, I'm first to rhyme The bottle's half full, is it yours or mine Get a cup and we can get drunk, at the same time Put on

Relieve Yourself Tha Alkaholiks I could do fresher When I'm on the microphone I rock the shit without no pressure Cause I snuck my forty ouncer past the bouncer with the stun gun I gots to get some lyrics off my chest so let me run

21 And Under Tha Alkaholiks asked the man behind the counter for the Newport boxes They stole some cans cause the man couldn't see em Cause he busy tryin to tell em next time he'll ID em One was starin at me, then suddenly it hit

Likwit Ridas Tha Alkaholiks Tha Alkaholiks (X8) WhoRidas: Fo-sho shots get dropped and popped just like a picklock With the master key, but the master key be me I assign chop from hot, like a cold on a stove And commence to

Let It Out Tha Alkaholiks Intro: That's the Alkaholiks functions, conjunction junction The remix version for all the brothers out there that got shit on they chest and just wanna let it out [Tash] ANything you could do

DeBarge Skit Tha Alkaholiks Yo yo we bout to make this run man We got we got uhh, DeBarge brothers in the house El and James y'all What y'all drinkin on man? [DeBarge] Shit, oh you treatin?

Bullshit Tha Alkaholiks We'll never make another hit... BULLSHIT! I don't drink cause I quit... BULLSHIT! Come on (Whooo!)

Daaam! (Swift Mix) Tha Alkaholiks bluest This ain't Monopoly the Liks will never get the boot I got the kind of rhymes to make a fly girl group Yo, I'm the baddest man with a hit since Roberto Clemente Ooh, my style is muy calient

Turn Tha Party Out Tha Alkaholiks "Yeah, Tha Alkaholiks Ay J, I got a crew They called the Loot Pack And they can get crazy fresh y'all, crazy fresh y'all My man Jack is about to get fresh y'all Check the flavor here's a rootin' tootin

Bottoms Up Tha Alkaholiks Verse Two: J-Ro I wake up, kill a roach, call the homies, hit some weights Reminesce about the shows we did in fourty-eight states Banned in the rest, but we was on tour with who De La, and Quest,

All The Way Live Tha Alkaholiks a nine with hollow points I keep rap flows that's ill So when you walkin down the block you better watch who you approachin I'm not your R&B singer, so ain't no need for vocal coachin Just a forty and

Turn The Party Out Tha Alkaholiks [Featuring Loot Pack] Intro: Tash Yeah, Tha Alkaholiks Ay J, I got a crew They called the Loot Pack And they can get crazy fresh y'all, crazy fresh y'all My man Jack is about to get fresh y'all

Daaam Tha Alkaholiks [Featuring Xzibit] Intro Chorus: J-Ro Alkaholiks got the freaks that'll make you say [Daaam!] Alkaholiks got the freestyle to make you say [Daaam!]

WLIX Tha Alkaholiks this, freestyle's wild when I'm throwin this Non-bogus brothers shake the hip and toe and just Get involved, roll with the sould, make the head nod Look at the bash slash back I kick the abstract

2014 Tha Alkaholiks (sample - "Back in the days I knew rap would never die" - KRS One) Verse One: J-Ro The year is 2004, people talk about war I had to hit the floor when the bombs began toopour Ten minutes ago I

Blackula (Feat. Tha Alkaholiks) Tash rate Higher than a seven/eight, yeah I had to set em straight I know you feelin these, I ramsack yo' facilities I'm ill at ease, with these mc's, who ain't got no abilities (get at me) I make mc's, run

Funny Style Tha Alkaholiks but we stay fresh like a Mento So put it in your mouth We gonna show you what this rap shit is really all about We gonna turn this bitch out like Goldie This cut will still bump when it's an oldie And

Make Room Tha Alkaholiks flour You can call me sleazy cuz my rhymes are kinda greasy Some brothers wear curls, cuz it ain't easy being peasy Like a Kung-Fu flick, I stick you in the dick, with my toothpick Tell em Rick ("You hit

Mary Jane Tha Alkaholiks Verse One: J-Ro Mary Jane, Mary Jane, Mary Jane You're always in my brain and you help me ease the pain Cuz when you're not around I just don't feel the same I can't be your one and only but I

Can't Tell Me Shit Tha Alkaholiks so get off it You put a rhyme together but I only dismantle it So gimme a high-five cause you juts can't handle it If rap was a swimming pool I'd climb to the top Plus a triple-back, hand me the mic and

Feel The Real Tha Alkaholiks We got, we got, we got, we got, we got Tha Liks "If y'all niggaz can't feel me, then y'all niggaz ain't real" Ahh-haha, I see the whole Likwid crew is up in this motherfucker Posted gettin toasted

Only When I'm Drunk Tha Alkaholiks Verse One: J-Ro I get drunk and I stumble to the phone And conjure up a bitch to bone when I'm alone OHh shit, tow back, I need to take a piss Only when I'm drunk I sing a song like this My grandma and

All Night Tha Alkaholiks party, we came to party Verse One: Tash Aiyyo, step in my area, and I'ma bury ya Tha Likwit crew is blowin so the more the girl the merrier So bring your sexy body to the front and make some noise

Anotha Round Tha Liks off the wave cap for hats Got scully from a hoochie, with lips like Da Brat Raised in the valley of the shadow of death So I fear none, time to anty up for the beer run And you know we are tha Alkaholiks

Aww Shit Tha Alkaholiks There goes CaTashTrophe, Tha Alkahol-iks Verse One: Tash Now my objective with this rhymin is to take words and bounce em And twist em up so bad that wack MC's can't pronounce em Just to show ya how

No Hand Out Tha Alkaholiks they get saddened, sisters no horror be cabbin stabbin Jammin like Isley when I be Floatin rhymes like a butterfly, stingin em like a bee IBM's is not computers Intelligent Black Men radio polluters and

Killin' It Tha Alkaholiks Swift, buy a ninety-six Impala and lace it with the deez out my own stack of cheese Get a extra flossy floss and toss King Tee the keys and say, 'Nigga that's yours, cause you opened up doors

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