Chaos Lyrics - Tha Alkaholiks

Let it go 

Oh, yeah, we got drums 

Woo, Alkaholiks, let's get it crackin' y'all 

Ay J-Ro, teach these niggaz how to stunt 

People gather round, J-Ro is on arrival 

Raised in the ghetto, sing songs called 'Survival' 

Chillin' in my drawers in hotels like the Bible 

Alkaholiks, West coast legends is the title 

I can't shoot you with my knife, I can't stab you with my gun 

So the only thing left is to hit you with the drums 

Uh, huh, uhh, we in this bitch, no kickin' back 

J-Ro, tell these niggaz where the fuck you sippin' at 

Yo, I'm sippin' on the dock of the bay, puffin' on hay 

Used to sell bombay and sip Andre 

West West like Kanye, I got the rhythm like Kwame 

I used to have a crush on Shante 

Yo, E-Swift, I don't think that you bent 

But goddamn homeboy, where all the gin went? 

J-Ro, yo, I believe that's me 

Say what? You up next on the Hennessey 

And once you hear the Capital J, rap, it'll stay 

In your brain all day, it always happens that way 

I come from L.A., Cali, East side of the Valley 

Dilly-dally, ran through an alley 

Runnin' through an alley in my corduroy flip-flops 

We drink a lot of beer so it's that West coast hip-hop 

Kick box our way out of trouble, just to bubble 

Meet us at the bar y'all, where everybody love you 

Yo, my rhymes at parties, took out more MC's than brown Bacardi 

I'm totally gnarly 

Stumble through the crowd like excuse me, pardon me 

Sip hops and barely 'til I pop an artery 

My beats so fly, niggaz try to charter me 

I'm an Alkaholik but that's only one part of me 

My main man Tash is like Cool Raoul 

He got bitches butt-naked in the swimming pool 

I'm rowdy, I'm cocky, I'm like Jeremy Shockey 

I'm a giant in this game, y'all better back up off me 

You also the most frosty, drink until we saucy 

Keep bitches up all night like black coffee 

Yeah, you know Cinnamon, she hang with crazy Kim and them 

They always in the club, tryin' to take a nigga's Benjamins 

Feminine women, we be runnin' all up in 'em 

Then we send 'em home broke 

Because we wouldn't spend a cent on 'em 

Aiyyo CaTash, a people person, shake hands and kiss babies 

Politician in my mission, stack grands and spit crazy 

I roll with a tight crew like Mushmouth and Russell 

Girls wanna grab my love muscle and suckle 

Got trees in my duffel, get a ride from the airport 

I take the shuttle, no need for rebuttal 

Huddle round your speaker, got the system blastin' 

And we takin' everything, it ain't no need for askin' 

Got the headbangin' beats, so nigga pass the aspirin 

We bumrushin' the door in an un-orderly fashion 

This is the year that we cash in 

Catch me in Miami in the sun just baskin' 

Catch me in L.A. in the streets just mashin' 

The name is E-Swift, I move quick when I'm dashin' 

I'm swift on the cut with my hands when I'm scratchin' 

Alkaholiks back and the legacy's lastin'