歌曲 | 21 And Under |
歌手 | Tha Alkaholiks |
专辑 | Coast II Coast |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Davis, Mcride, Robinson, Smith | |
Intro:tash | |
("yes yes y'all, and you don't stop" - repeat 12x) | |
Hello | |
Let me tell ya about the liks | |
See it *echoes* say it *echoes* | |
Ah, yo | |
Verse one: tash | |
I walked into a store i stepped straight to the freezer | |
I grabbed some forty ounces and a few bacardi breezers | |
I threw em on the counter then i went to find some chips | |
I'm thinkin bout this bitch i'm bout to visit with the hips | |
I asked the counter person for the biggest box of trojans | |
Cause when i be onthe pussy i cause nuclear explosions | |
He put them in my bad, totalled up my sums | |
He said, "that comes to thirteen dollars," but i didn't have no ones | |
I gave him twenty, in walked some shorties | |
Eyes beemin red headed straight for the forties | |
Five foot three wannabe tupac's | |
They 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 him | |
That's that nigga from the liks let's crack the forties with him | |
They gave me daps they said i freak my raps | |
They said they homey got some flows and twist off the beer caps | |
Halfway finished, i asked em what their ages | |
Cause they lookin like, they barely out the puberty stages | |
Fifteen, sixteen, one was too embarrased | |
He said they started drinkin fuckin around and went to terrace | |
It wasn't long before the forties was gone | |
So as i turned around i told my young niggaz to stay strong | |
Because no matter how you scan it you're the future of the planet | |
You don't wanna be a rapper cause it's drainin entertainin | |
Too much strainin on your brain, i told em they don't need it | |
They hit me with a card and said, "call us if you wanna gt | |
Weeded," yeah sixteen years old | |
Hangin out drinkin forties in the east columbus cold | |
As they jumped onto they bikes in the knee-high snow | |
They all turned around and said, "you ain't shit rico!" | |
Chorus: j-ro, tash | |
Can i send this out once, for my niggaz smokin blunts | |
Twice, for my niggaz rollin dice | |
Three times, for my niggaz bust the rhymes | |
So they don't do crimes to make it through the hard times | |
As we send it out once, for my niggaz smokin blunts | |
Twice, for my niggaz rollin dice | |
When the liks is in the house we let you know like yo! | |
If you hit me with a forty black i hit you with a flow | |
Verse two: j-ro | |
It was a friday night, house party goin on | |
At my homies house, from dusk til dawn | |
Blunts in the air plus kegs of brew | |
Some half naked-bitches gettin pushed in the pool | |
[in the corner was the dj, gettin nice | |
Feelin that shit, off the alehze and ice] | |
I only had one mic, now imagin | |
A gang of drunk mc's who wanna start rappin | |
One grabbed the mic and held on too long | |
("...baby i'm on the mic, and i'm on the mic... *crowd boos* | |
When i'm on the mic [pass the mic god damn nigga] | |
Doin what i like, and when i'm on the mic...") | |
Push came to shove *bang* now he's gone | |
That's what happens when the liquor does your thinkin | |
So keep this in mind when you're out there drinkin | |
Chorus: tash, j-ro | |
Outro: j-ro, tash | |
And i'm out, time to get busy | |
As we flow up out this piece | |
I ain't even mad, i ain't even mad | |
I ain't even mad at y'all | |
It's the alkaholiks... | |
Yo yo, mic check one two one two | |
Transmittin live through the headphones, you know how we do it | |
Low budget style | |
For all mc's in the houe i know how you feel | |
I know you feelin the vibe right about now | |
Crackin the forty, sittin in the car, or at the club | |
Bobbin your head to this album | |
But yo, we gonna give you, we gonna give you a second to catch wreck | |
Go ahead, get your freestyle on | |
And you don't have to be twenty-one | |
Rock that shit |
zuo qu : Davis, Mcride, Robinson, Smith | |
Intro: tash | |
" yes yes y' all, and you don' t stop" repeat 12x | |
Hello | |
Let me tell ya about the liks | |
See it echoes say it echoes | |
Ah, yo | |
Verse one: tash | |
I walked into a store i stepped straight to the freezer | |
I grabbed some forty ounces and a few bacardi breezers | |
I threw em on the counter then i went to find some chips | |
I' m thinkin bout this bitch i' m bout to visit with the hips | |
I asked the counter person for the biggest box of trojans | |
Cause when i be onthe pussy i cause nuclear explosions | |
He put them in my bad, totalled up my sums | |
He said, " that comes to thirteen dollars," but i didn' t have no ones | |
I gave him twenty, in walked some shorties | |
Eyes beemin red headed straight for the forties | |
Five foot three wannabe tupac' s | |
They 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 him | |
That' s that nigga from the liks let' s crack the forties with him | |
They gave me daps they said i freak my raps | |
They said they homey got some flows and twist off the beer caps | |
Halfway finished, i asked em what their ages | |
Cause they lookin like, they barely out the puberty stages | |
Fifteen, sixteen, one was too embarrased | |
He said they started drinkin fuckin around and went to terrace | |
It wasn' t long before the forties was gone | |
So as i turned around i told my young niggaz to stay strong | |
Because no matter how you scan it you' re the future of the planet | |
You don' t wanna be a rapper cause it' s drainin entertainin | |
Too much strainin on your brain, i told em they don' t need it | |
They hit me with a card and said, " call us if you wanna gt | |
Weeded," yeah sixteen years old | |
Hangin out drinkin forties in the east columbus cold | |
As they jumped onto they bikes in the kneehigh snow | |
They all turned around and said, " you ain' t shit rico!" | |
Chorus: jro, tash | |
Can i send this out once, for my niggaz smokin blunts | |
Twice, for my niggaz rollin dice | |
Three times, for my niggaz bust the rhymes | |
So they don' t do crimes to make it through the hard times | |
As we send it out once, for my niggaz smokin blunts | |
Twice, for my niggaz rollin dice | |
When the liks is in the house we let you know like yo! | |
If you hit me with a forty black i hit you with a flow | |
Verse two: jro | |
It was a friday night, house party goin on | |
At my homies house, from dusk til dawn | |
Blunts in the air plus kegs of brew | |
Some half nakedbitches gettin pushed in the pool | |
in the corner was the dj, gettin nice | |
Feelin that shit, off the alehze and ice | |
I only had one mic, now imagin | |
A gang of drunk mc' s who wanna start rappin | |
One grabbed the mic and held on too long | |
"... baby i' m on the mic, and i' m on the mic... crowd boos | |
When i' m on the mic pass the mic god damn nigga | |
Doin what i like, and when i' m on the mic..." | |
Push came to shove bang now he' s gone | |
That' s what happens when the liquor does your thinkin | |
So keep this in mind when you' re out there drinkin | |
Chorus: tash, jro | |
Outro: jro, tash | |
And i' m out, time to get busy | |
As we flow up out this piece | |
I ain' t even mad, i ain' t even mad | |
I ain' t even mad at y' all | |
It' s the alkaholiks... | |
Yo yo, mic check one two one two | |
Transmittin live through the headphones, you know how we do it | |
Low budget style | |
For all mc' s in the houe i know how you feel | |
I know you feelin the vibe right about now | |
Crackin the forty, sittin in the car, or at the club | |
Bobbin your head to this album | |
But yo, we gonna give you, we gonna give you a second to catch wreck | |
Go ahead, get your freestyle on | |
And you don' t have to be twentyone | |
Rock that shit |
zuò qǔ : Davis, Mcride, Robinson, Smith | |
Intro: tash | |
" yes yes y' all, and you don' t stop" repeat 12x | |
Hello | |
Let me tell ya about the liks | |
See it echoes say it echoes | |
Ah, yo | |
Verse one: tash | |
I walked into a store i stepped straight to the freezer | |
I grabbed some forty ounces and a few bacardi breezers | |
I threw em on the counter then i went to find some chips | |
I' m thinkin bout this bitch i' m bout to visit with the hips | |
I asked the counter person for the biggest box of trojans | |
Cause when i be onthe pussy i cause nuclear explosions | |
He put them in my bad, totalled up my sums | |
He said, " that comes to thirteen dollars," but i didn' t have no ones | |
I gave him twenty, in walked some shorties | |
Eyes beemin red headed straight for the forties | |
Five foot three wannabe tupac' s | |
They 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 him | |
That' s that nigga from the liks let' s crack the forties with him | |
They gave me daps they said i freak my raps | |
They said they homey got some flows and twist off the beer caps | |
Halfway finished, i asked em what their ages | |
Cause they lookin like, they barely out the puberty stages | |
Fifteen, sixteen, one was too embarrased | |
He said they started drinkin fuckin around and went to terrace | |
It wasn' t long before the forties was gone | |
So as i turned around i told my young niggaz to stay strong | |
Because no matter how you scan it you' re the future of the planet | |
You don' t wanna be a rapper cause it' s drainin entertainin | |
Too much strainin on your brain, i told em they don' t need it | |
They hit me with a card and said, " call us if you wanna gt | |
Weeded," yeah sixteen years old | |
Hangin out drinkin forties in the east columbus cold | |
As they jumped onto they bikes in the kneehigh snow | |
They all turned around and said, " you ain' t shit rico!" | |
Chorus: jro, tash | |
Can i send this out once, for my niggaz smokin blunts | |
Twice, for my niggaz rollin dice | |
Three times, for my niggaz bust the rhymes | |
So they don' t do crimes to make it through the hard times | |
As we send it out once, for my niggaz smokin blunts | |
Twice, for my niggaz rollin dice | |
When the liks is in the house we let you know like yo! | |
If you hit me with a forty black i hit you with a flow | |
Verse two: jro | |
It was a friday night, house party goin on | |
At my homies house, from dusk til dawn | |
Blunts in the air plus kegs of brew | |
Some half nakedbitches gettin pushed in the pool | |
in the corner was the dj, gettin nice | |
Feelin that shit, off the alehze and ice | |
I only had one mic, now imagin | |
A gang of drunk mc' s who wanna start rappin | |
One grabbed the mic and held on too long | |
"... baby i' m on the mic, and i' m on the mic... crowd boos | |
When i' m on the mic pass the mic god damn nigga | |
Doin what i like, and when i' m on the mic..." | |
Push came to shove bang now he' s gone | |
That' s what happens when the liquor does your thinkin | |
So keep this in mind when you' re out there drinkin | |
Chorus: tash, jro | |
Outro: jro, tash | |
And i' m out, time to get busy | |
As we flow up out this piece | |
I ain' t even mad, i ain' t even mad | |
I ain' t even mad at y' all | |
It' s the alkaholiks... | |
Yo yo, mic check one two one two | |
Transmittin live through the headphones, you know how we do it | |
Low budget style | |
For all mc' s in the houe i know how you feel | |
I know you feelin the vibe right about now | |
Crackin the forty, sittin in the car, or at the club | |
Bobbin your head to this album | |
But yo, we gonna give you, we gonna give you a second to catch wreck | |
Go ahead, get your freestyle on | |
And you don' t have to be twentyone | |
Rock that shit |