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Tha Alkaholiks
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Read My Lips
Intro:
Back once again to wet up the whole area Check my style out
Verse one: tash
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
Chorus: e-swift (repeat 4x)
I give the party people what they like Somethin hype, to keep em rockin all night
Verse two: j-ro
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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com We the a-l-k, 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 til 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
Chorus
Verse three: j-ro, tash
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 ibust 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...
(arguement with girl)
How many alcoholics we got here in the house? *cheer* How many pot-heads we got? *cheer* Same fuckin assholes
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