Get your ass on the floor, on the floor Get your ass on the floor, on the floor Get your ass on the floor, on the floor Get your ass on the floor, on
Hey, yo, gimme that microphone an' I'ma handle it Don't even worry 'bout it, we about to handle it Alkaholiks in this bitch, about to handle it Pass that
my wishbone We been on tour with everybody, Snoop Dogg to Fishbone J-Ro, one thousand degrees I chain smoke MC's, and you'll be burnin' beggin' please Alkaholiks
everything that shine ain't gold Just 'cause niggaz got brew don't make 'em nickel proof My record contract reads hit man for hire Xzibit showin grace under fire Tha Alkaholiks
j-ro] harmoo say what? *laughter* *tapping on podium* [man] I need erybody, in here, to come together, in harmonism And say I'm a alkaholik A alkaholik
smoked with my bare hands Got the shit that sway in a wicked way Like Tash and J, motherfucking Ro hoe Down with E-Swift and the Alkaholik crew And
times 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
can see I'm the alkaholik tipsy off the whiskey Get with the clippers never nappy like misty I didn't grow dreads, cause dreads is for the rastas Tha alkaholik
your chest, pour all the way live And deliver ill verse guaranteed to cause highs When we start rappin', heads roll like Patton With the flood blood clot the Alkaholiks
Alright, we're back on WLIX this is Voodoo and uh Aiyyo, they came down, you know I know y'all get asses all the time but do me this favor I want y'all
Welcome to Tha Alkaholik function, yeah Yes, to party down We came to party, we came to party, we came to party Yes, to party down We came to party, we
Tash and E-Swift They took me to a freestyle session it was on I knew hip-hop would never be gone Five hundred hip-hop deep Yo, we cool in 2014, Alkaholiks
like, "Aww shit" When you hear this likwid funk ,it's like, "Aww shit" When I'm pushin' through the crowd, it's like, "Aww shit" There goes catastrophe, Tha Alkaholiks
I knew this nigga by the name of Captain Hook Who had a record deal but no lyrics in his book But everywhere you looked he had a poster for his single
bullshit For the beats sake, rock on, rock on For the beats sake, rock on, rock on And you go whoo, grand groove, grand groove (Alkaholiks y'all, alkaholiks
m drunk playing in the background] Brand new, from likwid crew records It's tha alkaoliks, greatest hits [daaam! playing in the background] Yes, tha alkaholiks
The one-est, who busts rough rhymes for the cousins Super Nigga's comin' faster than a bullet Leapin' over buildings, wavin' at the children And don't even trip 'cause the Alkaholiks
The Baby Bubba's Yes, everyone put your headphones on I got something to say you Sit down, sit down, yes, calm down The question was, what is an Alkaholik? A Alkaholik