Tha Alkaholiks - Read My Lips lyrics

Back once again to wet up the whole area

Check my style out

Verse One: Tash

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

Chorus: E-Swift (repeat 4X)

I give the party people what they like

Somethin hype, to keep em rockin all night

Verse Two: J-Ro

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, 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 til 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

Chorus

Verse Three: J-Ro, Tash

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 Ibust 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...

(arguement with girl)

How many alcoholics we got here in the house? *cheer*

How many pot-heads we got? *cheer*

Same fuckin assholes