| Drink, smoke, PARTY YA ASS OFF
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| Drink, smoke it, PARTY YA ASS OFF
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| Drink it, smoke it, PARTY YA ASS OFF
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| Drink it, smoke it, PARTY YA ASS OFF
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| (Whassup white girl?)
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| Drink, smoke, PARTY YA ASS OFF (Y'know you ain’t got no ass to party off)
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| (But fuck it, we’ll work wit’chu, it’s Tha Liks)
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| I know y’all heard the rumors 'bout Tha Alkies grand finale
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| How J-Ro shot Swift and Tash moved out of Cali
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| Half that shit is true, half that shit is true lies
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| It’ll be a cold day in hell before the Likwit crew divides
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| All I can say is save some space for me
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| (We the best that ever did it) And bow out gracefully
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| Yeah — we three different solo careers about to blast off
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| But right about now we bout to PARTY YA ASS OFF
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| — repeat 2X
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| Drink, smoke, PARTY YA ASS OFF
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| While my pen electric slides across the pages of my notepad
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| With no dad, CaTash spans the earth like a nomad
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| I go grab the dollars while y’all askin who’s is it
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| Only bitches on the list, when the Likwit crew visits
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| Xzibit that’s my nigga, stop askin stupid questions
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| I got too much time invested in these studio sessions
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| Let’s get the, show on the road, spot dates, award tours
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| J-Ro tell these niggas what the fuck we in it for
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| We in it for the love, we in it for the chippers
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| We in it for the chicks walkin round in fuzzy slippers
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| We on our final mission and we ready to blast off
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| (Drink, smoke, PARTY YA ASS OFF)
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| This ain’t tic-tac-toe, I got a click-clack flow
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| The number one objective is to get that dough
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| From Pacoma to Corona droppin hip-hop on ya
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| Tha Liks are on your side just like a kidney donor, so
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| — repeat 2X
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| My word is bond, your bond is ten percent
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| You ask your moms to put the house up but moms is payin rent
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| (Yae yay!) You got bent, look at all the shit you sent her through
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| Out there startin shit like the King T interview
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| I’m the black Bryant Gumbel, the city is a jungle
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| That’s why we smoke trees and stack cheese by the bundle
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| You fake A&R's make me think it would be beautiful
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| To throw a live hand grenade up in your cubicle
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| All I know is rap labels is craps tables
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| Put yo' nuts on the coffin and pray to black angels
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| My tour pass dangles from my neck to my wishbone
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| We been on tour with everybody, Snoop Dogg to Fishbone
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| J-Ro, one thousand degrees
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| I chain smoke MC’s, and you’ll be burnin beggin please
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| Alkaholiks got y’all drunk for years
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| Now we drinkin beers at the bar like Norm on Cheers
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| — repeat 4X to fade |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Party Ya Ass Off , by - Tha Alkaholiks. Song from the album Bar Tab, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп