Key: C# minor•
Verse 1
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Dm
C#m
Em
Dm
Cm
Em
and you don't stop" - repeat 12X)
Hello
Cm
Dm
Let me tell ya about the
Liks
C#
Dm
See it *echoes* say it *echoes*
Ah, yo
Verse 2
Verse 3
straight to the freezer
I grabbed some forty ounces and a few
C#m
Dm
Bacardi Breezers
I threw em on the counter then
I went to find some chips
I'm thinkin bout this bitch I'm bout
Eb
Dm
to visit with the hips
I asked the counter person for
the biggest box of Trojans
Cause when I be onthe pussy
totalled up my sums
He said, "That comes to thirteen
Ebsus4
Dm
dollars," but I didn't have no ones
I gave him twenty,
in walked some shorties
Eyes beemin red headed
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
then 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
I asked em what their ages
Cause they lookin like,
one was too embarrased
the forties was gone
So as I turned around I told my young
it you're the future of the planet
You don't wanna be a rapper cause
I 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
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C#m
the East Columbus cold
in the knee- high snow
They all turned around and said,
"You ain't shit Rico!"
Chorus: J- Ro, Tash
Verse 4
for my niggaz smokin blunts
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Dm
Twice, for my niggaz rollin dice
Three times, for my niggaz bust the rhymes
So they don't do crimes to make
it through the hard times
Verse 5
for my niggaz smokin blunts
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Dm
Twice, for 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
Eb
Dm
I hit you with a flow
Verse Two: J- Ro
Verse 6
It was a Friday night, house party goin on
C#m
At my homies house, from dusk til dawn
Some half naked- bitches gettin
pushed in the pool
[In the corner was the DJ, gettin nice
C#m
Feelin that shit, off the Alehze and ice]
start rappin
One grabbed the mic and held
the mic... *crowd boos*
When I'm on the mic [Pass the mic god
damn nigga]
doin what I like,
Push came to shove *bang* now
he's gone
That's what happens when
the liquor does your thinkin
Chorus: Tash, J- Ro
Verse 7
I'm out, time to get busy
C#m
Dm
As we flow up out this piece
I ain't even mad, I ain't even mad
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Dm
I ain't even mad at y'all
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Dm
It's the Alkaholiks...
Verse 8
Yo yo, mic check one two one
Cm
two
Transmittin live through the headphones,
you 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 forty, sittin in the car,
or at the club
Bobbin your head to this album
But yo, we gonna give you,
we gonna give you a second to catch wreck
Go ahead, get your freestyle on
And you don't have to be twenty- one
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