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