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Yeah, Alkaholiks Get it right Alkaholiks! [Chorus x4: female voice] You gotta get up to get down [J-Ro] Cars, I drive so laid back In my glass house bumpin "Big Payback" James, that's my name don't wear it out All these ladies wanna know my whereabouts Women, I love e'rything about 'em You cain't live with 'em, cain't live without 'em Dogs, I like 'em big mean and vicious When I tell 'em get you, you gon' need some stitches Hip-Hop, I been doin it for years Spent a lot of time drinkin too many beers Clubs, man I'm always on the guest list And I don't even have to dress up my best-est Shoes, man I have so many pairs From Timbos to kroker sacs and Nike Airs Guns, I really don't carry But I gotta lotta homies that would love to see you buried [Chorus x2] Songtexte [Tash] Aiyyo my style ain't never switch I serve hook to hook I'm still an Alkie in my ways, I never shook the look You can see it in my face, I'm here to cook the rooks Promoters lookin at me funny like they booked a crook Sheeeit, I'm over here with Clipper chippers With a gang of strippers downin these liquid mixtures If my money make you sick, then I hope you feel better I'ma grab me a bitch and slap some tailfeathers Y'all niggaz can't even spell clever While I take my time and write from the heart like jail letters The ice might fool you from the wrist to the necklace But if you out there talkin shit you on a reckless nigga's checklist This the West, where Deebo lives Where chicks run around claimin these is Rico's kids Uh-uh, cause everybody wants somethin from me The niggaz want my style and the bitches want my money [Chorus] [E-Swift] I'm a wax carnivore Eat beats like meat, hope you like it raw Fuck it, I'm the next Curtis Shaw mixed with Marley Marl y'all heard thus far Spar with the track, so my wind's up to par Know a few Alkies, got friends at the bar Get the club jumpin like the pumps on my car Front and back like the strippers that star Daaaaamn, or like six-deuces on the 'Shaw Might tap your jaw like {?} if we brawl And I ain't even battlin y'all I ride the tracks that the others just straddle and fall Platinum plaques, I got stacks this tall Looks like I got Baby's teeth on my wall I'm +Hot Boy+, my whole click sick like SARS We roll through and plug chicks like a pause [Chorus x2] Aus Songtexte Mania