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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tha Alkaholiks
Tha Alkaholiks
Performer
E-Swift
E-Swift
Scratches
DJ Penn One
DJ Penn One
Scratches
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rex Smith
Rex Smith
Composer
James Anthony Robinson
James Anthony Robinson
Lyrics
Eric Brooks
Eric Brooks
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
E-Swift
E-Swift
Producer
Steve Fred "40 to The Head" Fredrickson
Steve Fred "40 to The Head" Fredrickson
Engineer
Bob Morse
Bob Morse
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Back once again to wet up the whole area Check my style out It's the lips Read my lips, my dick be makin' bitches leave tips Castin' shadows over battles like a lunar eclipse 'Cause the man that makes you jump Like you the grand prize winner of a Lexus I'm back again to test your reflexes If you don't think I can flow then you can ask E-Swift If you don't believe Swift then you can call Steve Griff If you don't believe Griff then step up to fuck with I Call you up and send you as a gift to hieroglyph 'Cause the Liks got lyric tricks datin' back to eighty-six While my thousand dollar system still busts the pause mix So my style be comin' at you more deadlin' than a cobra With these niggaz on my mind like is he drunk or is he sober Mind your biz while I rhymes like Biz to the tent I slam like a fifth that stays hidden Not to be fucked with, under any circumstances And I don't have to sing to send these bitches into trances I give the party people what they like Somethin' hype, to keep 'em rockin' all night I give the party people what they like Somethin' hype, to keep 'em rockin' all night I give the party people what they like Somethin' hype, to keep 'em rockin' all night I give the party people what they like Somethin' hype, to keep 'em rockin' all night Next it's, the man freakin' funky flow flexes Bustin' in my all day I dream about sexes Walk into your living room there I am Stroll to your kitchen there I am Run to your backyard hmm there I am Everywhere you look there goes the Ro-gram That's why you hate me, you can't escape me You can't even erase me off your tape We the A L K A H O L I K S Comin' like new pimps humps and stress to your chest J, to the R-O, just rockin' on I keep the party poppin' till a new day is born The Alkaholik name won't change not a bit I told you on the last skit dick you can't tell me shit We kick it wicked, so you can get addicted To the hip-hop that we drop, get with the liquid I give the party people what they like Somethin' hype, to keep 'em rockin' all night I give the party people what they like Somethin' hype, to keep 'em rockin' all night I give the party people what they like Somethin' hype, to keep 'em rockin' all night I give the party people what they like Somethin' hype, to keep 'em rockin' all night Punk MC's get bent, I'll leave a dent in what you sent I got your city covered like a motherfuckin' tent Some say I rap funny, give my money to the needy The way I get busy will get you dizzy like a VD I hang with thugs I'm like drugs so why try me I'm swift like Ozzie Smith, your flow ain't goin' by me He's a sufferin' succcootash, throw him in the trash Show him you the man that'll boom bash I hold MC's up like money it ain't funny When I leave 'em in the corner broke up like crash dummies Get a doctor, sock the, volts to the chest For the cardiac arrest, fuckin' with the freshest 'Cause even on your best, I leave you like Ness 'Cause I'm colder than a forty straight out the ice chest So it's easy to distinguish who drunk the Olde English 'Cause it stays in my system till I drain it out my {How many alcoholics we got here in the house? How many pot-heads we got? Same fuckin' assholes}
Writer(s): Eric Brooks, Ricardo D. Smith, James Anthony Robinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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