Read My Lips Lyrics - Tha Alkaholiks

Back once again to wet up the whole area 

Check my style out 

It's the lips 

Read my lips, my dick be makin' bitches leave tips 

Castin' shadows over battles like a lunar eclipse 

'Cause the man that makes you jump 

Like you the grand prize winner of a Lexus 

I'm back again to test your reflexes 

If you don't think I can flow then you can ask E-Swift 

If you don't believe Swift then you can call Steve Griff 

If you don't believe Griff then step up to fuck with I 

Call you up and send you as a gift to hieroglyph 

'Cause the Liks got lyric tricks datin' back to eighty-six 

While my thousand dollar system still busts the pause mix 

So my style be comin' at you more deadlin' than a cobra 

With these niggaz on my mind like is he drunk or is he sober 

Mind your biz while I rhymes like Biz to the tent 

I slam like a fifth that stays hidden 

Not to be fucked with, under any circumstances 

And I don't have to sing to send these bitches into trances 

I give the party people what they like 

Somethin' hype, to keep 'em rockin' all night 

I give the party people what they like 

Somethin' hype, to keep 'em rockin' all night 

I give the party people what they like 

Somethin' hype, to keep 'em rockin' all night 

I give the party people what they like 

Somethin' hype, to keep 'em rockin' all night 

Next it's, the man freakin' funky flow flexes 

Bustin' in my all day I dream about sexes 

Walk into your living room there I am 

Stroll to your kitchen there I am 

Run to your backyard hmm there I am 

Everywhere you look there goes the Ro-gram 

That's why you hate me, you can't escape me 

You can't even erase me off your tape 

We the A L K A H O L I K S 

Comin' like new pimps humps and stress to your chest 

J, to the R-O, just rockin' on 

I keep the party poppin' till a new day is born 

The Alkaholik name won't change not a bit 

I told you on the last skit dick you can't tell me shit 

We kick it wicked, so you can get addicted 

To the hip-hop that we drop, get with the liquid 

I give the party people what they like 

Somethin' hype, to keep 'em rockin' all night 

I give the party people what they like 

Somethin' hype, to keep 'em rockin' all night 

I give the party people what they like 

Somethin' hype, to keep 'em rockin' all night 

I give the party people what they like 

Somethin' hype, to keep 'em rockin' all night 

Punk MC's get bent, I'll leave a dent in what you sent 

I got your city covered like a motherfuckin' tent 

Some say I rap funny, give my money to the needy 

The way I get busy will get you dizzy like a VD 

I hang with thugs I'm like drugs so why try me 

I'm swift like Ozzie Smith, your flow ain't goin' by me 

He's a sufferin' succcootash, throw him in the trash 

Show him you the man that'll boom bash 

I hold MC's up like money it ain't funny 

When I leave 'em in the corner broke up like crash dummies 

Get a doctor, sock the, volts to the chest 

For the cardiac arrest, fuckin' with the freshest 

'Cause even on your best, I leave you like Ness 

'Cause I'm colder than a forty straight out the ice chest 

So it's easy to distinguish who drunk the Olde English 

'Cause it stays in my system till I drain it out my 

{How many alcoholics we got here in the house? 

How many pot-heads we got? 

Same fuckin' assholes}