f/ Xzibit







[Tash]



The drunken funk'n has returned



Let's take it back to the old school one time y'all, uhh



Ya fuckin with me?Damn right y'all fuck with us boy



(Shotglass, ha! Ain't it drunk) Alkaholiks, say what?



(Yo Tash, smack these niggaz up!)







With my Alkaholik style still comin of age



Free as a bird the beer fly on stage



Ain't here for no frontin just to say a lil' somethin



A nigga like CaTash'll get this motherfucker pumpin



I walk with a bop that make the cops shine flashlights



And I ain't drunk shit, I'm still faded from last night



That's right y'all, the Alkahol be spittin



Comin through bitches..







[J-Ro]



I drink a lot of ale, smoke a lot of L's a day



Got kegs in my room and bales of hay



Twenty-five roaches piled in my ashtray



Some like it slow some live the fast way



All the ladies know I'm wild and nas-tay



I live the "Rap Life" like my nigga Tash say



I down the whole brew, never half way



I'm back and forth to the bar in the Likwid Cafe







[Chorus 2X: Tha Liks]



Now put yo' bottles to yo' lips



When I sip, you sip, we sip - altogether now



Back, and, forth - to the bar y'all



Back, and, forth - to the bar y'all







[Xzibit]



They say one man's trash is the next man's treasure



Next man pain be the other man's pleasure



Whatever you wanna drink ma we bought the bar out



Last cats to call out, who wan' fall out?



Worst case scenario walkin, I hate talkin



Do the damn thing, let your dogs start barkin



Embracin the bass (yeah) who keep you laced



with Henessey to the face, tequila with no chaser



Liks - bang kicks, kick dirt on tricks



Fuckin smoked out rappers y'all fiend for hits



I just - drop my shit, never stop servin



Everything bump even the two-way versions



I'm the West coast Julius Earving, been through the worst



Survived starvin to death and dyin of thirst



Come through, bring a homegirl, double the fun bitch



Cause two heads is better than one, so let's go







[Chorus]







[Tash]



So if Tash die tonight, rap music don't owe me shit



I done did it all homey off blood sweat and spit (yes)



Spit-zophrenic off about a half a gallon



of that strong shit that make me think Bucks like Ray Allen



Profilin in the beat-up ass bucket like fuck it



Bitch I make this car look good



Knock on wood, knock on MC's just for practice



Cause y'all niggaz can't fuck with these drunken-ass tactics







[J-Ro]



We - stompin, rompin niggaz



with the bumpin rhymes that keep the b-boys jumpin



Sayin ho, ladies sayin ow



Get it now front row wipe that brew from your brow



Cristal and malt liquor go down the same pipe



You drink with us you probably piss in the bed the same night



You throwin up on your clothes no hoes fo' sho'



Now you on your back pointin at the sky with your toes







[Chorus] - 2X as beat fades