Tha Alkaholiks - 21 & Under lyrics
Intro: tash
("yes yes y'alland you don't stop" - repeat 12x)
Hello
Let me tell ya about the liks
See it *echoes* say it *echoes*
Ahyo
Verse one: tash
I walked into a store I stepped straight to the freezer
I grabbed some forty ounces and a few bacardi breezers
I threw em on the counter then I went to find some chips
I'm thinkin bout this bitch I'm bout to visit with the hips
I asked the counter person for the biggest box of trojans
Cause when I be onthe pussy I cause nuclear explosions
He put them in my badtotalled up my sums
He said"that comes to thirteen dollars" but I didn't have no ones
I gave him twentyin walked some shorties
Eyes beemin red headed straight for the forties
Five foot three wannabe tupac's
They asked the man behind the counter for the newport boxes
They stole some cans cause the man couldn't see em
Cause he busy tryin to tell em next time he'll I'd em
One was starin at methen suddenly it hit him
That's that nigga from the liks let's crack the forties with him
They gave me daps they said I freak my raps
They said they homey got some flows and twist off the beer caps
Halfway finishedI asked em what their ages
Cause they lookin likethey barely out the puberty stages
Fifteensixteenone was too embarrased
He said they started drinkin fuckin around and went to terrace
It wasn't long before the forties was gone
So as I turned around I told my young niggaz to stay strong
Because no matter how you scan it you're the future of the planet
You don't wanna be a rapper cause it's drainin entertainin
Too much strainin on your brainI told em they don't need it
They hit me with a card and said"call us if you wanna gt
Weeded" yeah sixteen years old
Hangin out drinkin forties in the east columbus cold
As they jumped onto they bikes in the knee-high snow
They all turned around and said"you ain't shit rico!"
Chorus: j-rotash
Can I send this out oncefor my niggaz smokin blunts
Twicefor my niggaz rollin dice
Three timesfor my niggaz bust the rhymes
So they don't do crimes to make it through the hard times
As we send it out oncefor my niggaz smokin blunts
Twicefor my niggaz rollin dice
When the liks is in the house we let you know like yo!
If you hit me with a forty black I hit you with a flow
Verse two: j-ro
It was a friday nighthouse party goin on
At my homies housefrom dusk til dawn
Blunts in the air plus kegs of brew
Some half naked-bitches gettin pushed in the pool
[in the corner was the djgettin nice
Feelin that shitoff the alehze and ice]
I only had one micnow imagin
A gang of drunk mc's who wanna start rappin
One grabbed the mic and held on too long
("...baby I'm on the micand I'm on the mic... *crowd boos*
When I'm on the mic [pass the mic God damn nigga]
Doin what I likeand when I'm on the mic...")
Push came to shove *bang* now he's gone
That's what happens when the liquor does your thinkin
So keep this in mind when you're out there drinkin
Chorus: tashj-ro
Outro: j-rotash
And I'm outtime to get busy
As we flow up out this piece
I ain't even madI ain't even mad
I ain't even mad at y'all
It's the alkaholiks...
Yo yomic check one two one two
Transmittin live through the headphonesyou know how we do it
Low budget style
For all mc's in the houe I know how you feel
I know you feelin the vibe right about now
Crackin the fortysittin in the caror at the club
Bobbin your head to this album
But yowe gonna give youwe gonna give you a second to catch wreck
Go aheadget your freestyle on
And you don't have to be twenty-one
Rock that shit
