| Intro: Bartender and J-Ro
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| Yo last call, last call, last call for alcohol!
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| At two, you’re through!
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| Ay bartendah! |
| Bartender!
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| Yo whassup man?
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| Ay man, man let me get a… rummmmm an coke
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| Yo man don’t you think you had a little bit too much to drink?
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| Ay just let me get one more man
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| Yo man I’m lookin out for you man, it’s your life
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| Man I’ll hop over this motherfucker and get my OWN damn drink
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| Hey niggy, what time it is…
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| Verse One: Tash
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| It’s time to roll my sleeves, fuck a few MC’s up
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| Another rough cut, from the crew that won’t ease up
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| The Alkaholik click, AKA the forty downers
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| Flips rhymes like Calvin flips fries and quarter pounders
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| I never drink and drive cuz I might spill my drink
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| I failed the breathalizer so they took me to the clink
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| Niggaz earlin in the sink cause they can’t fade the Cisco
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| I’m from the old school but I never rocked a disco
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| Loops from the group that, likes to smack the bitches
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| Tha Liks is hittin hookers like a gangsta hittin switches
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| Front, to the back, to the side, to the side
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| And make you dance with these bitches but, no electric slidin
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| And I’m about to flip, but first I’m bout to sip
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| Off the forty ounce of brew that I was savin for the trip
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| Back to the lab cuz all I do is bang cuts
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| That’s why I hang around my group like a dick hang with nuts
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| Verse Two: J-Ro
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| I push one two’s when niggaz step on my shoes
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| Oh you haven’t heard the news I’ve been giving fools blues
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| Manhandling chumps that step up, just to keep my rep up
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| I push my fist through your grill
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| I never became a gangsta, thanks ta, my skill
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| On the nine inches of steel
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| You ask me what the K’s for, they don’t mean nothin
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| Chorus: Tash, group
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| Last call y’all
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| Call y’all
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| Last call y’all
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| Call y’all
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| Yeah… word
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| Alkaholik style nigga
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| Verse Three: E-Swift
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| Uh, I be one of dem niggaz known to drink a gang of brewskis
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| Float like the wind, so all y’all can call me cool breeze
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| Cooler than my man Morris Day in the winter
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| The dope rhyme inventor, rockin shows at the center
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| So pass the mic on the, down low
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| Now go grab a forty from the liquor sto'
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| And you don’t stop and you don’t quit
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| Unless you’re in the studio making wack shit
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| Yeah… that nigga Squid is in the house
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| Verse Four: J-Ro
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| I got a forty-four Mag with the clip (with a clip)
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| So MC’s watch your lip, cause I’m shootin from the hip ahh
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| I rip like Oprah, in tight jeans do |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Last Call , by - Tash. Song from the album Publicity Stunt, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп