| So exotic, so melodic
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| E-Swift, so motherfuckin', Alkaholik
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| If you see me and you know me, come and holla at’cha homey
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| And show me some love
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| If you see me and you know me, come and holla at’cha homey
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| And roll me some bud
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| At least buy a nigga a drink or somethin', party people
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| Woo, let me explain it
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| Aiyyo guns don’t kill people, people kill people
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| Tash he cracks hoes 'cause Rico’s still Rico
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| Swift is still Sweezy, Grams is still J-Ro
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| We still don’t give a fuck, so don’t move until we say so
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| Aight, do yo' dance
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| While I bust like Christian Slater in 'True Romance'
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| Let’s get it on motherfuckers, time is tickin' in here
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| I’m on the same shit as Luda, strictly chicken and beer
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| What a diet, you should try it, Tash rock like Quiet Riot
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| If I’m buyin' out the bar, that means I’m really tryin' to buy it
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| If I’m lyin', I’m flyin', half y’all niggas don’t deserve me
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| Holla if you heard me, holla if you niggas can’t serve me
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| From the pit to the booth
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| CaTash is like Beanie, straight spittin' the truth
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| Six albums the proof a nigga’s workin' harder at it
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| We’ve been doin' this since Raider hats
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| Curls and starter jackets, come on
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| Sing it
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| You know you can’t party like us, so stop tryin'
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| You know you ain’t shot nobody, so stop lyin'
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| We like to get money, get drunk and smoke weed
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| Tha Alkaholiks nigga, just what the game need
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| Tha Liks get you spaced out, J-Ro never take the safe route
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| Bring beef to your house like a Chinese takeout
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| You couldn’t see me if you was out back on a stakeout
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| If I went out the back of the Outback Stake house
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| With the Priest Holmes fake out
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| Stay in the cut, like when scored a breakout
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| Girls wanna play house, and play spouse
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| I just pull my snake out, tell 'em play mouth
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| The kush make me fade out into oblivion
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| Green and moist like amphibians, deeply meridian
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| Mississippi, I’ll get Missy tipsy
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| Sport Timberlands and dickies, in a spank white crispy
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| Hoes are so tricky, but I keep the upper hand
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| I bring sand to the beach and just leave with more sand
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| The Ro-Gram work hard to make 'em understand
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| Now they realize that I’m the man and they’re singin'
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| Sing it
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| You know you can’t party like us, so stop tryin'
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| You know you ain’t shot nobody, so stop lyin'
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| We like to get money, get drunk and smoke weed
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| Tha Alkaholiks nigga, just what the game need
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| Aiyyo Cali’s in the building we collectin' the rent
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| We at the bar takin' shots like 50 Cent
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| Them niggas is nice, don’t think twice
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| I’m so cold, I ain’t even gotta rock ice
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| I’m so real, every time I touch the mic
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| I’m certified sick, DJ’s get the chills
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| When they play me in the mix, Alkaholiks
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| Your number one West Coast hip-hop artist
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| Been puttin' shit down since the day we started
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| You won’t realize it 'til we gone and departed
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| I made my mark, niggas can’t erase it
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| Trademark sound comin' straight out the basement
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| You can’t replace it, it’s too distinguished
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| Invest my money in gold like Old English
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| E-Swift provided the beat, and that’s me
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| I might slang you a track and kick a verse for free
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| Sing it
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| You know you can’t party like us, so stop tryin'
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| You know you ain’t shot nobody, so stop lyin'
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| We like to get money, get drunk and smoke weed
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| Tha Alkaholiks nigga, just what the game need
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| What the game needs?
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| Tha Alkaholiks
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| What the game needs? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flute Song , by - Tha Alkaholiks. Song from the album Firewater, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп