The Get Down-Tha Alkaholiks

歌手 : Tha Alkaholiks

专辑 : Firewater

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:32

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TXT The Get Down-Tha Alkaholiks 文本歌词

The Get Down - Tha Alkaholiks

Yeah Alkaholiks

Get it right

Alkaholiks

You gotta get up to get down

Cars I drive so laid back

In my glass house bumpin "Big Payback"

James that's my name don't wear it out

All these ladies wanna know my whereabouts

Women I love e'rything about 'em

You cain't live with 'em cain't live without 'em

Dogs I like 'em big mean and vicious

When I tell 'em get you you gon' need some stitches

Hip-Hop I been doin it for years

Spent a lot of time drinkin too many beers

Clubs man I'm always on the guest list

And I don't even have to dress up my best-est

Shoes man I have so many pairs

From Timbos to kroker sacs and Nike Airs

Guns I really don't carry

But I gotta lotta homies that would love to see you buried

You gotta get up to get down

Aiyyo my style ain't never switch I serve hook to hook

I'm still an Alkie in my ways I never shook the look

You can see it in my face I'm here to cook the rooks

Promoters lookin at me funny like they booked a crook

Sheeeit I'm over here with Clipper chippers

With a gang of strippers downin these liquid mixtures

If my money make you sick then I hope you feel better

I'mma grab me a b***h and slap some tailfeathers

Y'all niggas can't even spell clever

While I take my time and write from the heart like jail letters

The ice might fool you from the wrist to the necklace

But if you out there talkin sh*t you on a reckless ni**a's checklist

This the West where Deebo lives

Where chicks run around claimin these is Rico's kids

Uh-uh cause everybody wants somethin from me

The niggas want my style and the b**ches want my money

You gotta get up to get down

I'm a wax carnivore

Eat beats like meat hope you like it raw

F**k it I'm the next Curtis Shaw

Mixed with Marley Marl y'all heard thus far

Spar with the track so my wind's up to par

Know a few Alkies got friends at the bar

Get the club jumpin like the pumps on my car

Front and back like the strippers that star

Daaaaamn or like six-deuces on the 'Shaw

Might tap your jaw like if we brawl

And I ain't even battlin y'all

I ride the tracks that the others just straddle and fall

Platinum plaques I got stacks this tall

Looks like I got Baby's teeth on my wall

I'm +Hot Boy+ my whole click sick like SARS

We roll through and plug chicks like a pause

You gotta get up to get down