Rancid - Cocktails lyrics


Oh - back again makin the rhythm kick jazz

Used to be wick-wack, now I got funky pizzazz

Idryss'll do my fade-up cause he cuts em like class

And the chicks want me to lick cause I'm too quick, I think I'll pass

Dollars, if I don't fold em, I roll em like a bolo

Other steppin to brothers cause he be God? Oh no

G-o-d, I be not he, it's true, don't call me loco

And my man Eric the Wiz will stir the mini mix up like Coco

Cut like Michael Myers, start up fires, I'm a scar hard

Thinkin I be wimpy, I just simply rip em far apart

Ansaars in New York, I know that you know that you are God

This brother's from Chicago, so I guess I'm a Chigagod

Rhythm is my producer of rhythms on the wax

The posse Lower Level be kickin some funky tracks

Never ask, I ax, I get madder than Max

Diggem smacks, if they try to tax I play em like a sax


Rock - me call it what?


Rock - me call it what?



Styles, I hand em, I brand em like cattlecakes

Better get flows from your bros if a battle takes

I hear a hiss, the tale of a taddle shakes

Backs this breaks givin aches to the rattlesnakes

I get spunky with funky stylin

Rhythms I flow, I kick them wild and

Tryin to get with the styles I'm pilin

For your sob story I better get the violin

Come again - watch a fun one construct

I don't like sissy chickens and I hate a sucker duck

Some label me a sucker because ducks I like t pluck

The only way I be a sucker is if women wanna suck

Always goin broke so I don't dig into my stash

I'm cool as Brian Robbins on the show _Head of the Class_

If you don't get the picture, make the camera go flash

When this rhythm was a baby, doc spanked him on his - jaz



Study my culture, soar like a vulture

My teacher Marvin Howard will create my sculpture

I'm kickin Islam, some brothers try to bomb

Facts can harm but I still say Salaam

Sometimes I blush, bust and leave puss

Hush if I must, plus I don't forget to flush

With suckers I fuss, thought I was soft like a slush

Chicagods crush cause they think toys r us

Hip (hip what) hop

This funky hip (hip what) hop

Is funky hip (hip what) hop

This funky hip (hip what) hop

'll make a drip (drip what) drop

I like to rip (rip what) shop

I always slip (slip what) cops

Reachin the tip (tip what) top

Come in again

Buck-buck, my rhythm be knockin at the do'

Mi stamina rock, mi stamina rock, bloodclot, I do not know

Why they judge me by one rap and say too fast I flow

Even though I kinda thought I said it slow - oh


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