| Let it go!
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| Ohh, yeah, we got drums
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| Woo! |
| Alkahol-iks, let’s get it crackin y’all
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| Ay J-Ro, teach these niggas how to stunt!
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| People gather round, J-Ro is on arrival
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| Raised in the ghetto sing songs called survival
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| Chillin in my drawers in hotels like the bible
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| Alkaholiks, West coast legends is the title
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| I can’t shoot you with my knife, I can’t stab you with my gun
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| So the only thing left is to hit you with the drums
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| Uh-huh, uhh, we in this bitch no kickin back
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| J-Ro tell these niggas where the fuck you sippin at
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| Yo, I’m sippin on the dock of the bay, puffin on hay
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| Used to sell bombay and sip Andre
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| West West like Kanye, I got the rhythm like Kwame
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| I used to have a crush on Shante
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| Yo, E-Swift, I don’t think that you bent
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| But God damn homeboy, where all the gin went?
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| J-Ro! |
| (Yo I believe that’s me)
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| (Say what?) You up next on the Hennessy
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| And once you hear the Capital J, rap it’ll stay
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| In your brain all day, it always happens that way
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| I come from L.A., Cali, Eastside of the Valley
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| Dilly-dally, ran through an alley
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| Runnin through an alley in my corduroy flip-flops
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| We drink a lot of beer so it’s that West coast hip-hop
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| Kickbox our way out of trouble, just to bubble
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| Meet us at the bar y’all, where everybody love you
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| Yo, my rhymes at parties, took out more MC’s than brown Bacardi
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| I’m totally gnarly
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| Stumble through the crowd like excuse me, pardon me
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| Sip hops and barely 'til I pop an artery
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| My beats so fly niggas try to charter me
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| I’m an Alkaholik but that’s only one part of me
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| My main man Tash is like Cool Ra-oul
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| He got bitches butt-naked in the swimming pool
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| I’m rowdy, I’m cocky, I’m like Jeremy Shockey
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| I’m a giant in this game, y’all better back up off me
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| You also the most frosty, drink until we saucy
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| Keep bitches up all night like black coffee
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| Yeah you know Cinnamon, she hang with crazy Kim and them
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| They always in the club, tryin to take a nigga’s Benjamins
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| Feminine women, we be runnin all up in 'em
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| Then we send 'em home broke cause we wouldn’t spend a cent on 'em
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| Aiyyo CaTash a people person, shake hands and kiss babies
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| Politician in my mission, stack grands and spit crazy
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| I roll with a tight crew like Mushmouth and Russell
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| Girls wanna grab my love muscle and suckle
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| Got trees in my duffel, get a ride from the airport
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| I take the shuttle, no need for rebuttal
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| Huddle round your speaker, got the system blastin
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| And we takin everything, it ain’t no need for askin
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| Got the headbangin beats so nigga pass the aspirin
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| We bumrushin the door in an unorderly fashion
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| … This is the year that we cash in
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| Catch me in Miami in the sun just baskin
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| Catch me in L.A. in the streets just mashin
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| The name is E-Swift, I move quick when I’m dashin
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| I’m swift on the cut with my hands when I’m scratchin
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| Alkaholiks back, and the legacy’s lastin |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chaos, artist - Tha Alkaholiks. Album song Firewater, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп