Alkaholiks Hip Hop Drunkies Lyrics
            [Tash] What's yo' name?
            What's yo' naaaaaame?
            [ODB] *burp* My name is, Ol Dirty b______... and I'ma Alkaholik
            [Tash] Yeah me too n____
            [ODB] *singin some crazy s___*
            [Tash]
            You're now rockin with Tha Liks so start reachin for the ozone
            I see some girls I know but y'all look different with your clothes on
            What's up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch
            While I'm leavin n____z puzzled like I said my s___ in French
            But it's all Olde English that I'm bringin from beneath
            Cause I make words Connect like Westside when I test glide
            my drunken lyrical hanglider, nobody's tighter
            than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya
            So I know the three words (Tash'll kill ya) sound familiar
            I filter out the weak everytime I speak
            I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go (beep)
            I'm def-da-fyin, you rappin like my client
            Tryin to scrape me for the style that slam harder than Kobe Bryant
            BE QUIET! This is Likwidation from the West
            m_________ ya boozy show, I got my own special guest
            [Ol Dirty b______]
            Yo, yo, breaker breaker breaker one-nine
            I bust this b____ in the behind with the silver shine
            Cause she thought she was fine
            She winked at me, I thought it was fine
            This n____ poutin, this hoe was mine
            I had the alcohol in me, took my time
            Let a n____ ro-tate turn on the table
            Put in the diamond needle, pull it to your ego
            What? You the king in the chair on my ground
            The Tyson of sound, it's twenty seconds to a round
            Scavenger n____, youse a shrimp, a full line of s___
            my ear can't digest it
            Stop drinkin all that m_________in water, let's take it to the land
            So I can Godzilla up your sheeit, Mr. Tiny Tim man
            n____z be creepin up my beanstalk
            When I start to come down on your f___in a__es
            Try to chip s___ on up, get these nuts
            m_________er WHAT!!
            [J-Ro]
            The Ro pimped the flow like a hoe, so I should rap on the mack-raphone
            My rhymes hittin hard enough to crack a bone
            I divide square MC's like math
            Bend you in half and drink a Genuine Draft
            I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum
            When he's layin on the ground, I let my Dog Scrilla chop him
            (Switch reels) I feels its all about skills
            The outcome's unbelievable like Tyson/Holyfield
            My style is wild, like G's or the pistolas
            No need to ask, I put you on like a ski mask
            We can Fight the Power like this was P.E. class
            I Bomb Squads like Hank Shock
            Peace to my n____ Scott puttin stickers on the block
            *burp* I drink more Brewsters than Punky
            It's the further adventures of the hip-hop drunkies
            *chorus*
            You bithces are hoes
            Put it in ya like my m_________in hoe
            or in your b___hole/earhole
            Whever the f___ it goes
            (repeat 2X)
            [Ol Dirty]
            Yeah, yo, yo, yo
            No disrespect to any architect
            Who tried to perfect, oh what the heck
            I'm a MC director, rhyme inspector
            Rated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector
            [J-Ro]
            Its the Packtown original b-boy I'm rappin
            What's happenin, so dope got the pope clappin
            I'm smackin, on some chicken, what you kickin
            You trickin, while I'm vickin hoes you stick your d___ in
            [Tash]
            Step outta place, Tash'll smack your taste out your face
            Cause there's nowhere to hide unless you move to outer s___e
            Cause I waste m_________ers like toxic fumes
            So you betta (make room) when you hear the (boom boom)
            [Ol Dirty (rapping like RZA)]
            Hey sugar plum, how can you a__ume
            That the pitch of the volume, doesn't have no tune
            I'm not your everyday, regular rap star peddler
            One on one at your rap seminar
            Beware of the Hard Way, Three's the Hard Way
            At you f___ers...
            [J-Ro]
            So aiyyo, my name is J-Ro
            And my style is so dope they call it ya-yo
            I don't rap fast, I love green grass
            Nuttin nice on the mic, call me a mean a__
            [Ol Dirty (still rapping like RZA)]
            Extra da-llama, bring hahaha
            Extra extra bring the da-llama
            Verse a better one, then slice-a-versa
            God acre, massacre murdered
            Also known as a rap wrecka, not a rhyme rebel
            You're just rhyme to survive streets
            Like the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic
            true God but my d___ is my lightning rob
            Hoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo...
            [Tash]
            See this the type of s___ n____z don't try at home
            I come funkin up the spot like Micheal Jordan's cologne
            With the megadrunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin
            n____z lookin at me like, 'Tash is up to somethin'
            (Get drunk and I stumbled) but I didn't come to trip
            I came to bring it to ya humb-le
            Tumb-le all your plots and all your plans
            Ol Dirty's in the house and that's my m_________in man!
            *outro*
            It's the Likwid crew
            Comin through with Ol Dirty from the Wu
            Crashing your party, jettin out with all the brew
            So what y'all new, n____z think you wanna do?
            (repeat 2X)
        
See also:
JustSomeLyrics
88
88.3
Moody Blues The Morning: Another Morning Lyrics
Moody Blues Lunck Break: Peak Hour Lyrics