21 & Under Lyrics - Singles - Tha Alkaholiks

Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop 

Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop 

Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop 

(Hello) 

Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop 

Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop 

Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop 

Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop 

(Let me tell ya about the Liks) 

Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop 

Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop 

Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop 

(See it) 

Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop 

(Say it) 

Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop 

Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop 

Ah, yo, I walked into a store I stepped straight to the freezer 

I grabbed some forty ounces and a few Bacardi Breezers 

I threw 'em on the counter then I went to find some chips 

I'm thinkin' bout this bitch I'm bout to visit with the hips 

I asked the counter person for the biggest box of Trojans 

'Cause when I be on the pussy I cause nuclear explosions 

He put them in my bad, totaled up my sums 

He said, "That comes to thirteen dollars," but I didn't have no ones 

I gave him twenty, in walked some shorties 

Eyes beemin' red headed straight for the forties 

Five foot three wannabe Tupac's 

They asked the man behind the counter for the Newport boxes 

They stole some cans 'cause the man couldn't see 'em 

'Cause he busy tryin' to tell 'em next time he'll ID 'em 

One was starin' at me, then suddenly it hit him 

That's that nigga from the Liks let's crack the forties with him 

They gave me daps they said I freak my raps 

They said "They homey got some flows and twist off the beer caps" 

Halfway finished, I asked 'em what their ages 

'Cause they lookin' like, they barely out the puberty stages 

Fifteen, sixteen, one was too embarrassed 

He said "They started drinkin' fuckin' around and went to Terrace" 

It wasn't long before the forties was gone 

So as I turned around I told my young niggaz to stay strong 

Because no matter how you scan it you're the future of the planet 

You don't wanna be a rapper 'cause it's drainin' entertainin' 

Too much strainin' on your brain, I told 'em they don't need it 

They hit me with a card and said, "Call us if you wanna get weeded," 

Yeah sixteen years old hangin' out drinkin' forties 

In the East Columbus cold 

As they jumped onto they bikes in the knee-high snow 

They all turned around and said, "You ain't shit Rico!" 

Can I send this out once, for my niggaz smokin' blunts 

Twice, for my niggaz rollin' dice 

Three times, for my niggaz bust the rhymes 

So they don't do crimes to make it through the hard times 

As we send it out once, for my niggaz smokin' blunts 

Twice, for my niggaz rollin' dice 

When the Liks is in the house we let you know like yo 

If you hit me with a forty black I hit you with a flow 

It was a Friday night, house party goin' on 

At my homies house, from dusk till dawn 

Blunts in the air plus kegs of brew 

Some half naked-bitches gettin' pushed in the pool 

In the corner was the DJ, gettin' nice 

Feelin' that shit off the Alehze and ice 

I only had one mic, now imagine 

A gang of drunk M C's who wanna start rappin' 

One grabbed the mic and held on too long 

Baby I'm on the mic and I'm on the mic 

When I'm on the mic, pass the mic god damn nigga 

Doin' what I like and when I'm on the mic 

Push came to shove now he's gone 

That's what happens when the liquor does your thinkin' 

So keep this in mind when you're out there drinkin' 

Can I send this out once, for my niggaz smokin' blunts 

Twice, for my niggaz rollin' dice 

When the Liks is in the house we let you know like yo 

If you hit me with a forty black I hit you with a flow 

As we send it out once, for my niggaz smokin' blunts 

Twice, for all my niggaz rollin' dice 

Three times, for my niggaz bust the rhymes 

So they don't have to crime to make it through the hard times 

And I'm out, time to get busy 

As we flow up out this piece 

I ain't even mad I ain't even mad 

I ain't even mad at y'all 

It's the Alkaholiks 

Yo yo, mic check one two one two 

Transmittin' live through the headphones 

You know how we do it low budget style 

For all MC's in the house I know how you feel 

I know you feelin' the vibe right about now 

Crackin' the forty, sittin' in the car, or at the club 

Bobbin' your head to this album 

But yo, we gonna give you 

We gonna give you a second to catch wreck 

Go ahead, get your freestyle on 

And you don't have to be twenty-one rock that shit