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    The Alkaholiks

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    The Alkaholiks 645a3a


    Mmm, aiyyo gimme that microphone and I'ma handle it
    Don't even worry 'bout it, we about to handle it
    Alkaholiks in this bitch about to handle it
    that weed lil' mama I can handle it
    Back that ass up beeitch I can handle it
    my drink lil' nigga I can handle it
    Don't even worry 'bout it, we about to handle it
    It's Likwit crew nigga, we straight from Los Angeles

    [Tash]
    It's the L, the I, the K, the S's
    We still the West's freshest cause we started from the essence
    Look ma no hands, they gave us microphone stands
    So I can stand with two bottles while I dance with the fans
    Dance with me, press against me, cause I'm reachin out grab it
    Slappin asses cause CaTashtrophe's an Alkie chick magnet
    I'm a beauty pageant judge with a glass full of buds
    It's 1:59 they're tryin to shut down the club
    Last call for alcohol unless you meet us at the after hours
    Pull up to the front, yeah baby girl, the house is ours
    Don't bug, spillin shit on my rug
    I'm a Rollo with a motto, safe sex - soft drugs
    Thugs in my mansion askin why the fuck is candles lit
    I'm about to kick these niggaz out but I can handle it
    The superfly vandal standin with the guns and ammo
    If you scary change the channel (y'all niggaz fuckin up my shit)
    Handle bus-i-ness appropriate, we L.A. street associates
    I'm tryin to have some fun but peep this bullshit I'm copin with
    Niggaz with guns got they, eyes on my funds
    I cain't, walk out my door y'all might, pop me and run
    Don't trip cause my pump made 'em run like Forrest Gump
    Now it's back to the bitches, the bottles and the bumps
    Pumpin up the sounds cause that's how we do
    But we still partyin at 5 and L.A. closed at 2

    [Chorus] without last line

    "Hell motherfuckin..."

    [J-Ro]
    Yo the bass is in the place, sho' nuff shrugged your face
    Like R. Kelly gettin sprayed with a can of mace
    Girls get freaky to the fonky beat bumpin
    Which one of y'all down, cause I'm tryin to beat somethin
    We hold down the city, they call us the drunk flowers
    If your girl from L.A., she probably already know us
    So "Braniac dum-dums, bust the scientifical"
    We much more than typical, bust flows like a pistol
    The words I spit, are more dangerous than a bullet
    Make the wrong move, I'm on your neck like a mullet
    Big dog style, we Rottweiler pitbull it
    Smoke a bleezy with a breezy if she ain't scared to pull it
    Y'all women used to want us to just love and hold ya
    Now you C-walkin talkin 'bout you need a soldier
    I send this missile in ya I destroy and dismantle it
    J-Ro in this bitch and you know I'm 'bout to handle it

    [Chorus]

    [Outro]
    Ain't it krunk, this is Likwit MC's

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