Hit & Run Lyrics - Tha Alkaholiks

I pull up to front with a smash to the ground black duly 

Niggaz in the street gettin' wild and unruly 

Digga B was in the front so he let me through the door 

I never get frisked so I pack a forty-four 

Straight to the bar, can I get a rum and coke? 

The whole club was filled with the indo smoke 

E-Swift was scratchin', Tash was hoe catchin' 

I had the latest fashion but my shit wasn't matchin' 

So King Tee was baggin', the nigga Threat was braggin' 

'Bout his brand new, baby boo, fiendin' with the rag in 

Lorenzo's, but anyway, them hoes was deep 

Peep, E-Swift shoe em how we creep 

Check you out, yeah you baby, up against the wall 

Here's a dollar ten rum and coke, heavy on the alcohol 

Starin' at your chest and I can only guess 

Lord have mercy, what's up under that Adidas dress 

Yo shortay, you're lookin' kinda nice 

Stick around and watch us rock the mic device 

She gave me this look like she was puzzled or troubled 

I don't think I'm large so she didn't bust my bubble 

It's the Liks baby, where your girlfriends at? 

She said, they got thrown out tryin' to sneak in the back 

No sweat, I'll go out and get 'em 

Hooked it up for Noid and Tash to get with 'em 

Now we on stage stop the mic from back-feedin' 

Got the three hoes in the front row chillin' 

That's how it be when you play high post 

'Cause all I wanna do is tap that ass and get ghost 

This is how I roll it, I met her at a club last week 

It was this fly ass freak, I didn't sleep, I got the digits 

Laid back, coolin' at the crib one day 

I think I'll call her, we're talkin' on the phone for half an hour 

I finally ask her, can a nigga come through? 

She talkin' bout she ain't dressed I said, "Cool, I'm still comin' over" 

I get there, she's chillin' in some undies and a robe 

Ice cold, forty down in the freezer 

And roll up blunts at my leisure, I play like I believe her 

How she tellin' me she ain't no skeezer 

An hour later I was breakin' her off 

In each and every position that you can ever put a bitch in 

I got up and then I washed my shit 

Alright bitch, word got her rings then I split 

Yeah, back to the shade, so I can get my lounge in effect 

Xzibit keep the hoes in check, so check 

All I really wanna do 

Is tap that ass 'fore the night is through 

All I really wanna do 

Is tap that ass and get ghost with the cash 

All I really wanna do 

Is tap that ass 'fore the night is through 

All I really wanna do 

Is tap that ass and get ghost with the cash 

I was drunk as hell-est, I begin to bill for my pray 

The club reminded me of whylin' at the Bush back in the day 

That's when I seen her, the freak from the diner 

Her name was Nina, or Tina, or was it Regina? 

Fuck it, the bitch with the tipple bitties and the boomin' bass 

I said, my name is big game all in her face 

I said, for what it's worth, I'm the best on earth 

Kickin' fools off my turf since the day of my birth 

I got a pocket full of money, do you wanna help me spend it? 

Can I get in your backfield like Cornelius Bennet? 

She said, "Mmm, J-Ro yeah 

Just let me know the time and I'll be there" 

I said, "I'm drunk, tired, hoe, for heaven's sake 

Let's go to Larry Parker's for a burger and a shake" 

We got to the place I started stuffin' my face 

Not a bid did I waste 'cause it was good to the taste 

I didn't wanna get stuck so I said, "What the heck 

I left my money in the truck so won't you pick up the check?" 

And the next move, you might think it's tasteless 

But I gave her a tip and got ghost with the waitress 

We rip shows and hoes drop clothes backstage 

It's funny, the shit bitches do for money 

Only jockin' on a nigga with his name in lights 

I'd rather kickback relax and play the shades real tight 

Yo last time, caught it with this fresh-ass hooker 

Kept runnin' her mouth about what it last meant to her 

I said, "Look hon, all I gots is blunts, forties 

A couple of brothers 'cause I don't know the kids before me" 

You're trippin', dip into the streets to chill 

Nigga these days, I'm gettin' PJ's, on the freeways 

It's lovely, I get home, blaze up another drink 

Of somethin' kinda stronger to make the funk last longer 

Yo, it's the one and only who welp the bitches 

Thinkin' they got me but yo they gettin' they-self 

I'm a bomb like the stealth and hit way up above your wealth 

You felt the vibe when I tapped that ass 

All I really wanna do 

Is tap that ass 'fore the night is through 

All I really wanna do 

Is tap that ass and get ghost with the cash 

All I really wanna do 

Is tap that ass 'fore the night is through 

All I really wanna do 

Is tap that ass and get ghost with the cash