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Let it go! |
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Ohh, yeah, we got drums |
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Woo! Alkahol-iks, let's get it crackin y'all |
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Ay J-Ro, teach these niggaz how to stunt! |
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[J-Ro] |
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People gather round, J-Ro is on arrival |
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Raised in the ghetto sing songs called survival |
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Chillin in my drawers in hotels like the bible |
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Alkaholiks, West coast legends is the title |
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[Tash] |
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I can't shoot you with my knife, I can't stab you with my gun |
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So the only thing left is to hit you with the drums |
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Uh-huh, uhh, we in this bitch no kickin back |
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J-Ro tell these niggaz where the fuck you sippin at |
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[J-Ro] |
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Yo, I'm sippin on the dock of the bay, puffin on hay |
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Used to sell bombay and sip Andre |
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West West like Kanye, I got the rhythm like Kwame |
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I used to have a crush on Shante |
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[Tash] |
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Yo, E-Swift, I don't think that you bent |
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But God damn homeboy, where all the gin went? |
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J-Ro! (Yo I believe that's me) |
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(Say what?) You up next on the Hennessy |
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[J-Ro] |
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And once you hear the Capital J, rap it'll stay |
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in your brain all day, it always happens that way |
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I come from L.A., Cali, Eastside of the Valley |
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Dilly-dally, ran through an alley |
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[Tash] |
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Runnin through an alley in my corduroy flip-flops |
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We drink a lot of beer so it's that West coast hip-hop |
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Kickbox our way out of trouble, just to bubble |
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Meet us at the bar y'all, where everybody love you |
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[J-Ro] |
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Yo, my rhymes at parties, took out more MC's than brown Bacardi |
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I'm totally gnarly |
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Stumble through the crowd like excuse me, pardon me |
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Sip hops and barely 'til I pop an artery |
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[E-Swift] |
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My beats so fly niggaz try to charter me |
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I'm an Alkaholik but that's only one part of me |
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My main man Tash is like Cool Ra-oul |
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He got bitches butt-naked in the swimming pool |
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[Tash] |
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I'm rowdy, I'm cocky, I'm like Jeremy Shockey |
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I'm a giant in this game, y'all better back up off me |
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[E-Swift] |
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You also the most frosty, drink until we saucy |
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Keep bitches up all night like black coffee |
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[J-Ro] |
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Yeah you know Cinnamon, she hang with crazy Kim and them |
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They always in the club, tryin to take a nigga's Benjamins |
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[E-Swift] |
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Feminine women, we be runnin all up in 'em |
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Then we send 'em home broke cause we wouldn't spend a cent on 'em |
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[Tash] |
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Aiyyo CaTash a people person, shake hands and kiss babies |
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Politician in my mission, stack grands and spit crazy |
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[J-Ro] |
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I roll with a tight crew like Mushmouth and Russell |
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Girls wanna grab my love muscle and suckle |
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Got trees in my duffel, get a ride from the airport |
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I take the shuttle, no need for rebuttal |
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[E-Swift] |
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Huddle round your speaker, got the system blastin |
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And we takin everything, it ain't no need for askin |
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Got the headbangin beats so nigga pass the aspirin |
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We bumrushin the door in an unorderly fashion |
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... This is the year that we cash in |
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Catch me in Miami in the sun just baskin |
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Catch me in L.A. in the streets just mashin |
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The name is E-Swift, I move quick when I'm dashin |
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I'm swift on the cut with my hands when I'm scratchin |
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Alkaholiks back, and the legacy's lastin |
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[cuts to fade] |
