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[Tash]The drunken funk'n has returnedLet's take it back to the old school one time y'all, uhhYa fuckin with me? Damn right y'all fuck with us boy(Shotglass, ha! Ain't it drunk) Alkaholiks, say what?(Yo Tash, smack these niggaz up!)With my Alkaholik style still comin of ageFree as a bird the beer fly on stageAin't here for no frontin just to say a lil' somethinA nigga like CaTash'll get this motherfucker pumpinI walk with a bop that make the cops shine flashlightsAnd I ain't drunk shit, I'm still faded from last nightThat's right y'all, the Alkahol be spittinComin through bitches..[J-Ro]I drink a lot of ale, smoke a lot of L's a dayGot kegs in my room and bales of hayTwenty-five roaches piled in my ashtraySome like it slow some live the fast wayAll the ladies know I'm wild and nas-tayI live the "Rap Life" like my nigga Tash sayI down the whole brew, never half wayI'm back and forth to the bar in the Likwid Cafe[Chorus 2X: Tha Liks]Now put yo' bottles to yo' lipsWhen I sip, you sip, we sip - altogether nowBack, and, forth - to the bar y'allBack, and, forth - to the bar y'all[Xzibit]They say one man's trash is the next man's treasureNext man pain be the other man's pleasureWhatever you wanna drink ma we bought the bar outLast cats to call out, who wan' fall out?Worst case scenario walkin, I hate talkinDo the damn thing, let your dogs start barkinEmbracin the bass (yeah) who keep you lacedwith Henessey to the face, tequila with no chaserLiks - bang kicks, kick dirt on tricksFuckin smoked out rappers y'all fiend for hitsI just - drop my shit, never stop servinEverything bump even the two-way versionsI'm the West coast Julius Earving, been through the worstSurvived starvin to death and dyin of thirstCome through, bring a homegirl, double the fun bitchCause two heads is better than one, so let's go[Chorus][Tash]So if Tash die tonight, rap music don't owe me shitI done did it all homey off blood sweat and spit (yes)Spit-zophrenic off about a half a gallonof that strong shit that make me think Bucks like Ray AllenProfilin in the beat-up ass bucket like fuck itBitch I make this car look goodKnock on wood, knock on MC's just for practiceCause y'all niggaz can't fuck with these drunken-ass tactics[J-Ro]We - stompin, rompin niggazwith the bumpin rhymes that keep the b-boys jumpinSayin ho, ladies sayin owGet it now front row wipe that brew from your browCristal and malt liquor go down the same pipeYou drink with us you probably piss in the bed the same nightYou throwin up on your clothes no hoes fo' sho'Now you on your back pointin at the sky with your toes[Chorus] - 2X as beat fadesmore free lyrics