1.Likwit
Verse one：tash
I hang mc's with my noose, watch me get loose
The nigga flippin more styles than snapple got juice
Cause i'm too hot to handle, got more soul in my pinky
Than a niggy pickin his afro and i left the skin not stinky
The freshest, yes it's, the rhymer with the bottle
Kickin it with my homie like lamont do with rollo
Live at the apollo, they still couldn't do it
Cause even in new york the crew be buzzin off the fluid
Too much olde e will make you pee
As you can see i'm the alkaholik tipsy off the whiskey
Get with the clippers never nappy like misty
I didn't grow dreads, cause dreads is for the rastas
Tha alkaholik click straight knockin out imposters
Gots to roll deep like ants at a picnic
Get with the crew that's flowin like likwit
Verse two： j-ro
Every night i pray to god please, no more wack mc's
I catch a few z's, wake up and bust these
I get over like a high jumper, freaks be on my weinie
Cause they know i'm packin more shit than bandini
The freshest on the map servin raps with all fixins
E-swift does the mixin, pockets fat like rickie nixon
So don't be a nitwit, get with the likwit
louder
One two one two yeah just like that, yo
Owwwwww, king tee
Verse three： king tee
Here comes the lik, or should i say likwit
As i gets funky on a track that my nigga e-swift did
Rollin with the alkaholik group, call me trooper
Run of the mill skills got your neck in the noose
But hey, i be the k-i-n-g tee for short
Big ballin nigga playin rhymes like a sport
Wicked when i kick it, yeah that's the ticket
Tossin up a forty still buzzin off the likwit
Verse four： j-ro
You ain't got enough skill, to fill up a cup
The girls call me dookie man cause i'm the shit can't you smell
son
I gots more freaks than prince rogers nelson
I can't be stopped i got hip-hop wreckin powers
I gotta say what's up to my buddy ricky flowers
We got that likwit funk, we get drunk with the
2.Only When I'm Drunk
Intro：tash, speaking to j-ro
Get up you gotta do your verse nigga
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 your grandma ＊urrp＊
Sittin by the fire
Hold on, turn the beat off [nah, keep it goin
J-ro can you make it？] i'm just not knowin
I get drunk and start talkin mo' shit
And when i got a gun in my hand you better get, out
Cause my brain just ain't what it used to be
Forget tryin to raionalize, cover your eyes
Ah d-＊urrp＊, damn i'm drunk
I need a chunk, no better yet a hunk of that funk
When i get drunk i might act uncouth
But when i get drunk i always tell the truth
Yeah i'm good, i'm bad, i'm dope, i'm freaky fresh
I make hip-hop fans say yes yes
The liks comin through, you know we gonna blow upop
Hold up, hold up, i think i gotta...
＊urrrrrrp＊ damn, false alarm
Gettin all the ladies with my cool charm
When i get drunk i might even call my daddy a punk
Yeah, but only when i'm dr-＊urp＊ drunk
Yeah, let me pass the forty, to my nigga, tash
Verse two： tash, e-swift
It goes one for the chronic, two for the amnesia
It's the pimp-slap niggy with drinks in the freezer
That'd get you our your seat quicker than a car jacker
Slip a colt for the fever when i'm coolin with my people
Got hoes in east columus like i'm billy dee wrinkle
Cause i move like, i'm smooth like i'm harry belafonte
Lookin for them niggaz that jumped my homey dante
All up in this bitch with the gin and tanqueray
Drink like mr. wendal smoke bud like dr. dre
But that's cause i'm old enough to do that type of shit
Got damn i gotta piss i pass the mic to e-swift
Yeah, i get drunk and can't nobody whoop me
I'm trippin, must be the brew that i was sippin
Kickin in, guess i shouldn'ta mixed it with the gin
Cause when i'm layin on my back i can feel the room spin
One too many, i reckon
Feelin i got ta earl, any second
Wanna get up but can't move, feels like i'm stuck in the groove
What the fuck was i tryin to prove？
I get a rep for downin four-o's
All the hoes knows them alkaholik bros
Niggaz call me dad i got a fifth in the trunk
Might fuck an ugly bitch but only when i'm drunk
Verse three： j-ro
Aight, think i'm feelin a little better
Ready to bust this, like this
And ya don't miss, check it out
I get drunk and start thinkin bout my friends
That passed on with every forty ounce the memory will last on
Black man muzzle, mike lee and suavey d
The three mc's will always live in my memories
We used to rock shows, we used to rock hoes
And drink forty-o's, and wear the same clothes
Damn i wish we could go through it again
But i know one day we gonna do it again
And when that day comes it's gonna be live
But i ain't in no hurry so i don't drink and drive
The alkaholiks we gets funky when we drinkin
Just a lil sumthin, to pump up the thinkin
Outro： j-ro
Beer run! ante up nigga
Ha ha, put the money in the hat
3.Last Call
Intro：bartender and j-ro
Yo last call, last call, last call for alcohol!
At two, you're through!
{j-ro} ay bartendah! bartender!
{bart} yo whassup man？
{j-ro} ay man, man let me get a... rummmmm an coke
{bart} yo man don't you think you had a little bit too much to
drink？
{j-ro} ay just let me get one more man
{bart} yo man i'm lookin out for you man, it's your life
{j-ro} man i'll hop over this motherfucker and get my own damn
drink
Hey niggy, what time it is...
Verse one： tash
It's time to roll my sleeves, fuck a few mc's up
Another rough cut, from the crew that won't ease up
The alkaholik click, aka the forty downers
Flips rhymes like calvin flips fries and quarter pounders
I never drink and drive cuz i might spill my drink
I failed the breathalizer so they took me to the clink
Niggaz earlin in the sink cause they can't fade the cisco
I'm from the old school but i never rocked a disco
Loops from the group that, likes to smack the bitches
Tha liks is hittin hookers like a gangsta hittin switches
Front, to the back, to the side, to the side
And make you dance with these bitches but, no electric slidin
And i'm about to flip, but first i'm bout to sip
Off the forty ounce of brew that i was savin for the trip
Back to the lab cuz all i do is bang cuts
That's why i hang around my group like a dick hang with nuts
Verse two： j-ro
I push one two's when niggaz step on my shoes
Oh you haven't heard the news i've been giving fools blues
Manhandling chumps that step up, just to keep my rep up
I push my fist through your grill
I never became a gangsta, thanks ta, my skill
On the nine inches of steel
You ask me what the k's for, they don't mean nothin
Chorus： tash, group
Last call y'all {call y'all}
Call y'all {call y'all}
{last call, for alcohol}
Last call y'all {call y'all}
Call y'all {call y'all}
{last call, for alcohol}
Verse three： e-swift
Uh, i be one of dem niggaz known to drink a gang of brewskis
Float like the wind, so all y'all can call me cool breeze
Cooler than my man morris day in the winter
The dope rhyme inventor, rockin shows at the center
So pass the mic on the, down low
Now go grab a forty from the liquor sto'
And you don't stop {don't stop} and you don't quit {don't quit}
Unless you're in the studio making wack shit
Chorus
Verse four： j-ro
I got a forty-four mag with the clip (with a clip)
So mc's watch your lip, cause i'm shootin from the hip ahh
I rip like oprah, in tight jeans do
And splits a needle wrap a pair man because them shits is on the
fritz
It's crazy, a few mc's amaze me
With this alkie style of rock, mr. spock couldn't phase me
Rhymin pays me, but i do it anyway
Many say, ay, when it comes to rhymes you got plenty j
I'm so cool i drink forty ounces of freon
You never see me on the stage with a peon
When we on the microphone it's like jordan all alone
We slam, competition, scram damn
Can we get along？ nope.
Switchblade to the throat to mc's who ain't dope
Call me j-ro the clepto, cuz i'm stealing to the jaw
Of these half-baked rappers, trying to get raw
Verse five： tash
Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle
It's just a little something for them punks that wanna bust they
little
Def jam comedy, raps that make me crack up
You better call the one-time and tell em send a backup
Cuz i'm about to act up, i couldn't kick a verse
J-ro say he got it bad, so that mean i got it worse
Check uno dos, crack a forty, make a toast
Let me rip the instrumental and impress the west coast
Chorus
Uhh ohhh shit! i'm outta here...
Ohh yeah, tell the sons of jones to kiss my ass
4.Can't Tell Me Shit
Verse one：e-swift
I stop by the club, cuz it ain't shit else to do it
I'm on the guestlist, it's e-swift plus two
Stepped to the bar, cuz, it's a bad habit
Open mic night, so, the liks gots to grab it
Check the mic, it sounds tight so
I guess we might rock the motherfucker all night yo
The niggaz went wild, the hoes went crazy
We dropped the microphone than we swayze
Verse two： j-ro
Oooh don't i sound great when i down a black eighth
My style is much hotter than the enchilada plate
My name is james but the girls call me god when i'm humpin
I should get a gold medal for broad jumpin
Rappers, talkin bout, back to the old school
You never shoulda left in the first place fool
Now everybody wants to be a prophet
But i won't quit rhymin bout my dick 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 watch the belly flop
Dagnabit, i got a bad habit
It don't matter where i'm at i seen a booty and i grab it
So niggaz step back before you get lit
I'm a grown motherfuckin man and you can't tell me shit
Chorus： repeat 2x
You can't tell me shit, you can't tell me a hot damn thing
You can't tell me shit, you can't tell me shit
Verse three： j-ro
I rock you like lenny kravitz, or nirvana
I'm puttin suckers on pause like a comma
I never ape crazy act but i got the yapes a superhero
From the ghetto puttin creases in my capes
(up up up and away, j-ro!!)
I got more hoes than a canyon got echoes
I'm rougher than bluto, tougher than a callous
My number one football team is dallas
Cowboys, now boys, can't you see i'm greater than
Your grandpops is my number one fan
You get ran on the court you dribble like manute bol
You try to take it to the hole ＊crowd roars＊ get that shit outta
here
I'm more gifted than christmas morning
I pull out a pen and write a rhyme when i'm boning
Me i'm tripping, let me light my phillie blunt
Oh there goes my beeper, what the hell do billy want
Chorus
Verse four： j-ro
You hittin corners with the alkies seen you pull-out cuz you
great
The crew who got another tape that's bumpin harder, save it!
Rhythm and blues blew a fuse, and now it ain't the same
They put a lot of funky drummers out the game
They samplin the fresh hip-hop breaks, just to make a hit
That's why to me, r＆b, really ain't shit
So peace to all the real hip-hop niggyroles
The ones who knows about flows and rockin shows
I wanna say whassup to the ladies
I gotsta say whassup to the ladies
From the atlantic, to the pacific
I gotsta be specific, they know i'm terrific
I'm pushin up to the bars, got em screamin alkahols
Ohh gosh call me josh cause i'm bringin down the walls
Mc extrordinaire, j-ro came to set it straight
I never hesitate to grab the mic and meditate
In la, most niggaz walk the same
Act the same, talk the same, drive the same
Dress the same, shoot the same, fuck the same
But this is ro and i got my own game
I drive through lyrics like i'm riding on the freeway
And i don't give rappers, no kind of leeway
Chumps be hittin ejects cause i break necks when i flex
I be housin mo niggaz than the projects
Chorus
Outro： j-ro
Yeah, this goes out to king tee
Dj pooh, yo the whole crew
Yo d-pimp for makin the track
That nigga tash
Deadly threat
This is j-ro and e-swift
Tha alkaholiks, and it's like that
5.Turn The Party Out
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
Verse one： loot pack
Check the flavor here's a rootin tootin hydraulic trooper
Tha alkaholik grouper in the house and when i bust the
hula-hooper
Peep my ish, when i flips next i flash with the cracker jacker
A true loot packer
Gettin versatile when i smile toastin to the funk
All punks put your glass down, or end up in the trunk
You wonder when my dope styles sound kind of varied
The pictionary, man with my backpack, i'll carey
Mariah took her back, and show her how i pack, loot
Kick lyrics on originally outtrack black in fact
People call me moody, i simply knocks the booty
Pull up my hoody, and then i bust a sam goody
Verse two： tash
Bitches on my woody cuz i likes to get the loosest
I eat niggaz up and wash em down with deuce gooses
A colt .45 cuz i gotsta rush the likwit
Tash from the group that the bitches wanna get with
I kick it from the east all the way to the west
Yes stay away from booze that puts the hair on your chest
And that's a little piece of advice for the kiddos
I bust more flavor than your teacher got dittoes
I keep it up to date or take it back like the twist
E-swift is out of town so the pack load the disc
So, take your ass home, good night, the party's over
If your ass is drunk, ride home with someone sober
Yeah... tha alkaholiks, ah yeah, the loot pack
(the party's over, it's all over) nineteen ninety-three
And this is how we kick it
Verse three： loot pack, j-ro
I'ma wreck the neck conducting props like randy wrecker
The mecca licka mega-hot mega-mike checka
Call me diesel to the easel, the weasel, the wacky
The packy, the rikki, tikki, the taffy
One for the trouble, two for the trouble
I gotta get snaps and spit raps on the double
On and on to the beat i wreck shop
Scoop a rumplestil-skin then i'm out, the brother with the clout
Be so dead on the loopa, the super-duper wrecka mic checka
I roll soul like an old trooper
I used to play football, now i'm into rockin
My rhyme is the tailback, the track is the blockin
My name is j-ro and i've been waitin for ages
To let the world know what i've been writin on the pages
I don't smoke sess it's rough on the west
Ok, i confess, i puff on the stress
I rip it when i wreck it, when i mic check it
Brothers check the flav, check the alkaholik record
While i flip styles, and rip styles, and hit styles
And hit piles for miles of styles, i still pile
The flavor flippin funk, bringin diesel be the packer
A trooper loop, scoop you like a hula-hoop and smack ya
Like you stutter, i ribbedyribbedyribbedyrip styles, i'm comin
The loot pack, tha alkaholiks keepin niggaz runnin
Runnin, yeah, do that shit, yeah
Turn the party out, yeah yeah
Turn the party out, c'mon c'mon
Verse four： e-swift
You think that you can fade this, you must be out to lunch
They call me e-swift, i'm from tha alkaholik bunch
I just downed a brew, now check out one two
It's the liks baby rockin with the loot pack crew
Funky like con-funk-shun, more style than stylistics
I got mo' beats than magic's got assists so
Raise up off me, or get snatched by the collar
The party ain't over till that fat bitch holler
I'm in the house so check the way i flow
Niggaz say i'm fat, everyday i say i know
But my head ain't swoll, i stay down to earth
Never gangbang, never claim the turf
But i drink a gang of forties, ain't nuttin wrong with that
Unless you go buckwild and start bustin off your gat
＊bang, bang bang＊
＊stumbling＊
Ay nigga fuck that the party's over man!
Everybody get they shit get the fuck out
6.Bullshit
Intro：j-ro
(whooo! hah hah!) yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah we kickin it
Uhh uhh uhh we kickin it
Yeah yeah we kickin it
(whooo!) yeah yeah we kickin it
Yeah, cali in the house
Huh, uhh, fred in the house
Check it out, bullshit!
Verse one： j-ro
I'm j-ro the man, i'm gettin down
I gets mo daps than h. rap brown
I drive the hoes wild cause they love the way i talk
You can't drive me crazy cause i'm close enough to walk
I bust threes like terry tegall, get higher than a eagle
You're just a dirty pigeon, bsn bout religion
I don't give a damn if you don't eat ham
You grab the microphone and reguse to slam
I make a nigga scared to grab the mic behind me
I kick shit so deep king neptune couldn't fine me
Yo, can i get a go j-ro？
(go j-ro!) to let me know if i can flow
I probably be doper if i smoked crack like you
But swift and tash'll beat my ass until i'm black and blue
Cause i ain't with, no way out shit
I'm tired of this one-hittin played out shit
Some niggaz rock like the liks... bullshit!
Uhh, i hate big tits... bullshit!
We'll never make another hit... bullshit!
I don't drink cause i quit... bullshit!
Come on
(whooo!) yeah yeah yeah yeah
We kickin it (hold up) we kickin it
We kickin it
Baby youse my one and only... bullshit!
Baby that's a true fact... bullshit!
Uhh, i never leave ya lonely... bullshit!
Yo, i'll call you right back... bullshit!
Verse two： j-ro, king tee
Baby don't take the blame youse a real cool dame
But now that i made you call my name you just don't look the
same
From the middle of the bed i bang your head like a rock n roller
On the way out, i smacked a nigga with my pistol-a
When i met you i sure wishin aye tower
You hopped on my dank like there was no tomorrow
All i wanted was some sexin, now you want affection
Damn i hate to see your ass comin in my direction
Wait here, i'll be right back, i'm goin to get a spliff
You know i'm goin through your ass like emmitt smith
Well oh snap! here goes a fashion
That's incredible, with the style
That i learned back as a younglin, where's the beef
Don't sleep, i used to run around with the creeps
Ain't no tellin, jack told helen
About a lot of people so i'm runnin for the border
And get me a taco, gin and sako
Mom and pop yo, i'm rockin this shit!
It's not a plan i wrote the book called style
Taught the child how to stand when he piss
Be a man, go fuck jan
The white man's tan, bring back mc shan
And i rhymed every word... bullshit!
Wackest style you ever heard... bullshit!
Outro：
For the beats sake, rock on rock on
For the beats sake, rock on rock on
And you go whoooo! grand groove, grand groove
(alkaholiks y'all, alkaholiks y'all) uhh, take it back now
Cause it's fat now, that's how i bring it back now
Whoooo! grand groove grand groove
This one dedicated, to all the motherfuckers out there
Bullshittin
This wonderful bullshit how would you make a record
Bullshit!
I don't smoke no bullshit!
I don't drink no bullshit!
I don't fuck no bullshit!
This one goes out to the p-town
And all over, yeah baby, yeah baby, compton baby
Everybody in the house
And we out... alkaholiks...
7.Soda Pop
Verse one：e-swift
Hoes on my nuts just because of my position
Can't fade the bitches that's always bitchin
Love to kick beats, rock rhymes on occasion
Down with the niggaz that the hoes keep pagin
Gimme gimme gimme my gin and 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 skins all night if i wanna when i'm drunk
Can't fade the pop pop pop goes the nina
Tha liks be rockin shows from new york to pasadena
When it comes to rhymes -- god damn i can rock em
When it comes to boots -- god damn i can knock em
Got mad flavor so do me a favor
And bump that shit it's the motherfuckin liks!
Verse two： field trip
Aiyyo, i cut like a ginsu, i been through, hell
And back, stabbers get swell
Tossed from my balls
Bitches lick the crush off my balls
Pause, yo
I'm lickin off walls
To scatter, nigga this is theory
And my shit is kinda fatter
Stagger, cause i got shanked by a dagger
Yo you can't fuck with the wild wild west
I'm a shady ass nigga and i slit you like stress
They say ballers only sport guess
But that's a motherfuckin lie cuz i got a pair of levi's
Niggaz rollin thick like a new york steak
Field trip on the beach (now got your momma on some pancakes)
I know you sayin (damn that little nigga's dope)
I got a loaded tec nine under my motherfuckin coat
Niggaz wanna jack the back, never nope
I stick my gat down your throat, and tell your ass no
Verse three： tash
The forty's kickin in i gotta drain my main vein
Got drinks in my freezer bust styles i can't explain
And the name of my group ain't changin cuz it fit us
Hit us, one time, for my cats that ain't with us
On the down low drinkin whiskey in the basement
If a sample won't clear i substitue with a replacement
(one two ya don't stop when it hits two o'clock
You can't buy the alcohol so you drink soda pop
Like that and uhh, it's like that
Sometimes it's like that)
How y'all like that one right there？
Y'all like that one？
Yeah, that's my boys
Them my boys tha alkaholiks yaknowhati'msayin？
8.Make Room
Verse one：j-ro
I knock em knock em out the park when other rappers are hitting
bunts
I'm a togger not a fogger step on hunts and don't do stunts
I got soul power never took a cold shower
Never had a girlfriend the color of cooking 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 them harder than a fuckin brick')
I like clothes and hoes but like em better in the sheets
I rock more beats than jesse owens ran track meets]
Amazing feets move, they happen everyday
When the ro to the j bring his ass out to play
I weight one-eighty but i'm, fat
I ki-uh-kick up dust when i bust like a cap
Tha alkaholik crew, and what we're here to do
Is rock a show, knock a hoe, and crack another brew
Chorus：
Make room, for the crew with beats that thump (3x)
Tunes hittin hard enough to ditch your trunk
It's the liks baby, it's the liks (4x)
Verse two： tash
The super, duper, gets it poppin with the quickness
King tee and the alkies straight gettin down to business
It's all about the liks cause we're heavy on the kicks
But we're easy on the treble (adjust my mic level)
So fools can here me mic checkin all the way in china
The skills you can't front on, tha alkaholik rhymer
Could rip a show up to' up so i always flex my talents
But my words don't be slurrin, i never lose my balance
But that's cause i'm slick tossin bottles like a discus
The liks could rock a party from halloween to christmas
That's why i'm screamin on mc's like i'm onyx
I'm hooked on gin and tonics like your momma's hooked on phonics
So when we steppin through, with the thirty-two of brew
Niggaz better make way for the alkaholik crew
When we're steppin through, with the thirty-two of brew
Niggaz better make way for the alkaholik crew
Chorus
Verse three： j-ro
First you gotta have respect, money comes next
After you get those, come the hoes and the sex
Girl you keep askin bout the niggaz in my crew
Yeah i'm down with pooh, but what's up with me and you
Cause i don't give a fuck whose your cousin who could fuck
Cause i just wanna fuck, damn i wanna fuck
So unlock the gate and make room for the heavyweight rapper
The slim light skinned coochie slapper
Pull over to the side so i can roll up the indo
Got the bitch head bumpin on the front window
Wham, bam, i spanked you ma'am
I wonder how they make these rubbers from the skin of a lamb
I blow into the mic when i check it
Had hoes gettin naked way before i made a record
I smoked a gang of liquor, i drink a gang of boom
Like ted, i gotta zoom zoom so make room
Chorus
Outro： tash, j-ro
Ah yeah, ah yeah, tha alkaholiks
Yo, before we bail
We gotta give a shout out to the crew that gets the party poppin
Tha alkaholik crew
Old english is in the house, and uhh
What about mickey's？ is in the house, and uhh
St. ide's is in the house, and uhh
Crazy horse is in the house, and uhh
Genuine draft is in the house, and uhh
What about red bull is in the house, and uhh
Colt .45 is in the house, and uhh
King cobra ain't in the house, and uhh
＊bottle smashes＊
9.Mary Jane
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 know you're not to blame
I never hold ya can't hold ya won't hold ya down
Cuz you got that kind of love that needs to be spread around
Some people don't approve of me being with ya kiddo
They say you're bad for me, and my momma says ditto
When i walk up witcha, my buddies wanna hit cha
I know you been with others but you know i'll never quit ya
And even though sometimes you got my mind stressed out
I'm in this with you baby and you got my body stretched out
Mary mary mary jane
Check it out
Verse two： j-ro
Early in the morning, you gave me a buzz
I picked up the phone and didn't know who the fuck it was
I feel like johnny gill i wanna wrap your body tight
Lick you from head to toe and watch you glow like a lite brite
I met you at the park around three
When i got there you was loungin in the car with my homey
He said he needed a dub so i slipped him one
And said 'c'mon mary jane and let's have a little fun'
I got you in the sack, i got you in the sack
And like helen tellin jack, there's no turnin back
She's the queen of the ghetto, ask my buddy tom
Mary jane is the bomb, mary jane
Yeah, do you love me, do you love me
Mary jane mary jane, do you love me, do you love me
D-pimp in the house, homicide in the house
And in love with mary jane
Verse three： tash
Mary mary, why you got me buggin？
Look what the homies done drug in... (mary jane)
Prettier than any model
I met her at a house party sippin on a bottle
Her dress has got a nice fit i'm locked like a vise grip
She's the type i'd like to spend the rest of my life with
I would if i could but i know i can't support her
Can't take her on vacation, wouldn't make it past the border
When she ain't around i get the feeling that i need her
Mary jane be acting white but i ain't caught the jungle fever
But she be so thin that i could slip her in my pocket
I lick her then i knock it till i'm higher than a rocket
Whenever she's in the same room with my friends
They all trip because she's dope and she don't want me for my
ends
So just to make em jealous when she walks up to me
I reach out and grab her by the booty, mary jane
Mary jane mary jane
Mary jane mary jane
Verse four： tash
My eyes are red, but not from cryin
Whenever mary jane runs out, i sit there sighin
Sayin to myself,
'when oh when will mary jane come back
Where oh where can i find mary at...'
['wear your hat' -- krs, cut and scratched by
E-swift to resemble 'where you at' in the mix]
I jump into my benz and start my search all through the hood
Cuz all the spots she used to hang in ain't up to no good
But needless to say, i kept lookin and i found her
Right on the corner of central and allandra
I picked her up quick and in a hurry
And then all of a sudden the undercover swooped in flurries
I said, 'hold up! don't shoot. i know this looks like a kidnap;
But all i want to do is get my mary jane back.'
They took me to the station, giving me some sation
And some jib about leaving mary jane at the crib
They let me go but they kept her, because they had a bounty
On her cuz she's wanted from here to humboldt county
(i left with a frown cuz mary jane was locked down)
Once again i had lost my best friend
10.Who Dem Niggas
Intro：
I am captain of egor
Hahahaha, this nigga is doin impressions!
He's doin impressions!
Hi tremaine...
Yo threat, you ready？ (yeah)
Sup？
Verse one： threat
Who is you nigga who is you？
I know you from somewhere (where you from) the zoo
Why you got beef with my click, fuck you punk bitch
And fuck you too, this is l.a. zoo
And we don't give a mad fuck about you sorry ass suckers
Tick tock chrome off that fake gold watch
Faster bastard don't make me have to plaster
Players, get smoked with my bare hands
Got the shit that sway in a wicked way
Like tash and j, motherfuckin ro hoe
Down with e-swift and the alkaholik crew
And to my homies this bud's for you
Who is dem niggas
Verse two： e-swift
Guess who nigga been down evrysince
With the l.a. zoo, my nigga threat, sway, and tense
E motherfuckin swift ohh i, thought you knew
Looted me some glocks in april, ninety-two
But it's a new day, so make way shortie
For the nigge with the brown bag wrapped around the forty
Hold up, yo, i said hold up, here he come
J motherfuckin ro and he's buzzin off the rum
Verse three： j-ro
Yo it's the j-ro fever, catch it
I'm prone to grab the microphone and get evil and wreck shit
If i hear, one more, nigga kickin up
Das efx shit, i'm bombin, my style is uncommon
Peep it, keep it in your brain until the next one
My rhyme will lift you up like a muscle when i flex
One, two, three, j-ro is who i be
I got more bone than a cemetary
Ninety-three mandingo, i got my own lingo
My mexican homey, told me never trust a gringo
But i trust no man, i'm chillin like a snowman
I makin lots of dough, and the liks can rip a show and
Freak it, yo e-swift freak it
Won't ya give em up peak after funk when they seek it
I used to walk the block with my pops playin poo-tat
Now they be like who that, and shit how he do that
Chorus： repeat 4x
Who dem niggas, who dem niggas
Verse four： tash
Tash on the mic makes niggas play the cheap seats
I rip shit from cali to the valley of the jeep beats
They call me uncle sam cause my skills'll tax all y'all
Rhyme phat pages up and light em wit ya lighter
Mc's keep the gifts that's like flies from a spider
From the pimp slap, light skin, kid that turns the mics out
Diss y'all, crew then turn around and punch your lights out
I take to the funk sound man since my pager
I kick the kind of shit that make you want to beat your bitch up
The nigga, knocker, tipsy off the vodka
Tash on the mic floats like a helicopter
Stop the, presses, the liks rock the freshest
I'm lookin for the bitches in the tight tight dresses
So who them niggas with beats for your ass
The alkaholik crew, peace out, my name is tash
Chorus
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