Hip Hop Drunkies Lyrics - Tha Alkaholiks

Whats yo name? Whats yo name? 

My name is, Ol Dirty Bastard and Ima Alkaholik 

Yeah, me too nigga 

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Youre now rockin' with tha liks so start reachin' for the ozone 

I see some girls I know but yall look different with your clothes on 

Whats up though, Tash came to steal it like the Grinch 

While Im leavin' niggaz puzzled like I said my shit in French 

But its all olde English that Im bringin' from beneath 

Try to bite my style on wax and watch these lyrics crack your teeth 

'Cause I make words connect like West side when I test glide 

My drunken lyrical hand glider, nobodys tighter 

Than a ruff rap provider, with ninety ways to peel ya 

So I know the three words sound familiar 

(Tash will kill ya) 

I filter out the weak every time I speak 

I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go 

(Beep) 

Im 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 

Motherfuck ya boozy show, I got my own special guest 

Yo, yo, breaker, breaker breaker one nine 

I bust this bitch in the behind with the silver shine 

'Cause she thought she was fine 

She winked at me, I thought it was fine 

This nigga poutin', this hoe was mine 

I had the alcohol in me, took my time 

Let a nigga 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, its twenty seconds to a round 

Scavenger nigga, yous a shrimp, a full line of shit 

My ear cant digest it 

Stop drinkin' all that motherfuckin' water 

Lets take it to the land 

So I can Godzilla up your sheeit 

Mr. Tiny Tim Man 

Niggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk 

When I start to come down on your fuckin' asses 

Try to chip shit on up, get these nuts 

Motherfucker what 

The ro pimped the flow like a hoe 

So I should rap on the mack rap hone 

My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone 

I divide square MCs like math 

Bend you in half and drink a genuine draft 

I stop him, then I skied out with all wampum 

When hes layin' on the ground, I let my dog scrilla chop him 

I feels its all about skills 

The outcomes unbelievable like Tyson Holy field 

Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners 

My style is wild, like gs or the pistol's 

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 nigga Scott puttin' stickers on the block 

I drink more Brewster's than punky 

Its the further adventures of the hip hop drunkies 

You bitches are hoes 

Put it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe 

Or in your butt hole, ear hole 

Where ever the fuck it goes 

You bitches are hoes 

Put it in ya like my motherfuckin' hoe 

Or in your butt hole, ear hole 

Where ever the fuck it goes 

Yeah, yo, yo, yo 

No disrespect to any architect 

Who tried to perfect, oh what the heck 

Im a MC director, rhyme inspector 

Rated top ten, Brooklyn borough sector 

Its the pack town original B-Boy Im rappin' 

Whats happenin', so dope got the pope clappin' 

Im smackin', on some chicken, what you kickin' 

You trickin', while Im vickin' hoes you stick your dick in 

Step outta place, Tash will smack your taste out your face 

'Cause theres nowhere to hide unless you move to outer space 

'Cause I waste motherfuckers like toxic fumes 

So you betta when you hear the 

(Make room, boom, boom) 

Hey, sugar plum, how can you assume 

That the pitch of the volume, doesnt have no tune 

Im not your everyday, regular rap star peddler 

One on one at your rap seminar 

Beware of the hard way, threes the hard way 

At you fuckers 

So aiyyo, my name is J-Ro 

And my style is so dope they call it ya, yo 

I dont rap fast, I love green grass 

Nuttin' nice on the mic, call me a mean ass 

Extra Da-Llama, bring ha, ha, ha 

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 

Youre just rhyme to survive streets 

True beaters, minerals and rhymes survive lyrics 

Like the acre without the attic, but not the only Asiatic 

True God but my dick is my lightning rob 

Hoe dont kick that mumbo jumbo 

See this the type of shit niggaz dont try at home 

I come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordans cologne 

With the mega drunken, style to keep the crowd pumpin' 

Niggaz lookin' at me like, Tash is up to somethin 

(Get drunk and I stumbled) 

But I didnt come to trip, I came to bring it to ya humble 

Tumble all your plots and all your plans 

Ol Dirtys in the house and thats my motherfuckin' man 

Its the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu 

Passin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew 

So what yall new, niggaz think you wanna do? 

Its the Likwid crew comin' through with Ol Dirty from the Wu 

Passin' your party, jettin' out with Allt he brew 

So what yall new, niggaz think you wanna do?