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Текст (слова) песни: Tha Alkaholiks - Hip Hop Drunkies



[tash] whats yo name?

Whats yo naaaaaame?

[odb] *burp* my name is, ol dirty bastard... and ima alkaholik

[tash] yeah me too nigga

[odb] *singin some crazy shit*

[tash]

Youre now rockin with tha liks so start reachin for the ozone

I see some girls I know but yall look different with your clothes on

Whats up though, tash came to steal it like the grinch

While Im leavin niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in french

But its all olde english that Im bringin from beneath

Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth

Cause I make words connect like westside when I test glide

My drunken lyrical hanglider, nobodys tighter

Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya

So I know the three words (tashll kill ya) sound familiar

I filter out the weak everytime I speak

I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go (beep)

Im def-da-fyin, you rappin like my client

Tryin to scrape me for the style that slam harder than kobe bryant

Be quiet! this is likwidation from the west

Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest

[ol dirty bastard]

Yo, yo, breaker breaker breaker one-nine

I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine

Cause she thought she was fine

She winked at me, I thought it was fine

This nigga poutin, this hoe was mine

I had the alcohol in me, took my time

Let a nigga ro-tate turn on the table

Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego

What? you the king in the chair on my ground

The tyson of sound, its twenty seconds to a round

Scavenger nigga, youse a shrimp, a full line of shit

My ear cant digest it

Stop drinkin all that motherfuckin water, lets take it to the land

So I can godzilla up your sheeit, mr. tiny tim man

Niggaz be creepin up my beanstalk

When I start to come down on your fuckin asses

Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts

Motherfucker what!!

[j-ro]

The ro pimped the flow like a hoe, so I should rap on the mack-raphone

My rhymes hittin hard enough to crack a bone

I divide square mcs like math

Bend you in half and drink a genuine draft

I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum

When hes layin on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him

(switch reels) I feels its all about skills

The outcomes unbelievable like tyson/holyfield

Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners

My style is wild, like gs or the pistolas

No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask

We can fight the power like this was p.e. class

I bomb squads like hank shock

Peace to my nigga scott puttin stickers on the block

*burp* I drink more brewsters than punky

Its the further adventures of the hip-hop drunkies

*chorus*

You bithces are hoes

Put it in ya like my motherfuckin hoe

Or in your butthole/earhole

Whever the fuck it goes

(repeat 2x)

[ol dirty]

Yeah, yo, yo, yo

No disrespect to any architect

Who tried to perfect, oh what the heck

Im a mc director, rhyme inspector

Rated top ten, brooklyn borough sector

[j-ro]

Its the packtown original b-boy Im rappin

Whats happenin, so dope got the pope clappin

Im smackin, on some chicken, what you kickin

You trickin, while Im vickin hoes you stick your dick in

[tash]

Step outta place, tashll smack your taste out your face

Cause theres nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space

Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes

So you betta (make room) when you hear the (boom boom)

[ol dirty (rapping like rza)]

Hey sugar plum, how can you assume

That the pitch of the volume, doesnt have no tune

Im not your everyday, regular rap star peddler

One on one at your rap seminar

Beware of the hard way, threes the hard way

At you fuckers...

[j-ro]

So aiyyo, my name is j-ro

And my style is so dope they call it ya-yo

I dont rap fast, I love green grass

Nuttin nice on the mic, call me a mean ass

[ol dirty (still rapping like rza)]

Extra da-llama, bring hahaha

Extra extra bring the da-llama

Verse a better one, then slice-a-versa

God acre, massacre murdered

Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel

Youre just rhyme to survive streets

True beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics

Like the acre without the attic, but not the only asiatic

True God but my dick is my lightning rob

Hoe dont kick that mumbo jumbo...

[tash]

See this the type of shit niggaz dont try at home

I come funkin up the spot like micheal jordans cologne

With the megadrunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin

Niggaz lookin at me like, tash is up to somethin

(get drunk and I stumbled) but I didnt come to trip

I came to bring it to ya humb-le

Tumb-le all your plots and all your plans

Ol dirtys in the house and thats my motherfuckin man!

*outro*

Its the likwid crew

Comin through with ol dirty from the wu

Passin your party, jettin out with allt he brew

So what yall new, niggaz think you wanna do?

(repeat 2x)

 

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