Hard Liquor Lyrics - L.a.x - Game

(hard liquor) 

Dre you must've been of the hennessy when he did this my Nigga 

(hard liquor) 

(hard liquor) 

(Is there anymore (hard liquor)) 

(make sure that it's mixed and twisted with a little 

bit of lemon juice on ice, on ice, on ice, Yeah) 

(Verse 1) 

You know me I turn them 40 bottles upside down 

like niggaz with dead homies till it's empty like my 4 pound. 

Niggaz thinkin I'm drunk 

reach 4 my N.W.A chain and get ur ass beat wit da pump. 

Tell security it's Game plus 50 

and he probably gets fucked up every night like Bobby did Whitney. 

Fuck poppin crystal 

I got a bottle of henny 

me and my nine stay together like Hardaway and lil'Penny 

I ain't here so u can ask about Em or Dre 

I came to see some bitches shake their ass like Beyonc. 

So let me be hov' 4 a minute 

get up in your hoe 4 a minute 

and u could be my hoe 4 a minute. 

Like I'm Diddy 

be J-Lo 4 a minute 

from the windows to the wall gettin low while I'm in it. 

All I gotta do is hit em with a Jay-Z line 

like u deserve to be my sunshine. 

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(chorus - J Love) 

See her on the Floor 

She's sexy 

tell her where the af- 

ter party is 

but make sure that you see her friends before, 

before, before, mmmmmmmmhhh 

(Verse 2) 

I'll spend a hundred dollars take a bitch to the hyatt, 

then treat her like Busta like her ass on fire. 

I'm a gangsta mah, 

i wanna see you wiggle your butt cheeks both hands round your ankles mah. 

all I wanna see is ass and titties. 

shake it like they do in magic city 

with T.I. in that mothafucka, 

I'm like fifty [? PI?] in'this motha fucka. 

You the them gold D's on that Porsche Truck 

I show you how gangstas fuck 

my 45 to the back of your weak 

both of your arms in handcuffs 

Take a bottle of Cisco to the head 

see how you like getting fucked with a pistol to ya head. 

tell ya girls I fucked your brains out, 

we can do a manage-a-trois, pull the whips and chains out 

I tear that frame out 

I ain't no stunt man 

I pull that range out 

"BITCH" 

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(chorus - Jay Love) 

See her on the Floor 

She's sexy 

tell her where the af- 

ter party is 

but make sure that you see her friends before, 

before, before, mmmmmmmmhhh 

(Verse 3) 

I got 40's like the liquor store, 

pour it on your weave like that bitch in the g-thang video. 

You look wet, let me help you out your Von Dutch's 

know you used to niggas spinning but tonight i'm fucking, 

the truck stop, the rims spin, I know they hate me fuck em. 

It's killa cally nigga haters come a dime a dozen 

Load em shells then i get drunk pissy, 

this bottle of Hennessy got me wanting to fuck Missy. 

I'm a gangsta I can turn that bitch out, 

play with her pussy then drop extasy in her crystal, 

60 seconds later I'm kicking that bitch out. 

then ride down the show with the 4-5th out 

stop at the store 

that bitch emptied my Cris out 

give me 50 feet or I'll empty this clip out. 

Niggas wanna know what this LA shit 'bout 

just visit when the Bloods and Crips' out 

(Is there anymore any more (hard liquor) 

(make sure that it's mixed and twisted with a little bit of lemon juice 

on ice, on ice, on ice, Yeah)