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tha alkaholiks - the get down lyrics

yeah, alkaholiks
get it right
alkaholiks!

[hook: female voice – repeat 4x]
you gotta get up to get down

[j-ro]
cars, i drive so laid back
in my gl-ss 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 st-tches
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

[hook] – 2x

[tash]
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-tch and slap some tailfeathers
y’all n-ggas 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 n-gga’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 n-ggas want my style and the b-tches want my money

[hook]

[e-swift]
i’m a wax carnivore
eat beats like meat, hope you like it raw
f-ck 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 t–th on my wall
i’m +hot boy+, my whole cl!ck sick like sars
we roll through and plug chicks like a pause

[hook] – 2x

- tha alkaholiks lyrics

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