The Get Down

The Alkaholiks

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    Yeah, Alkaholiks
    Get it right
    Alkaholiks!

    [Chorus x4: female voice]
    You gotta get up to get down

    [J-Ro]
    Cars, I drive so laid back
    In my glass house bumpin "Big Payback"
    James, that's my name don't wear it out
    All these ladies wanna know my whereabouts
    Women, I love e'rything about 'em
    You cain't live with 'em, cain't live without 'em
    Dogs, I like 'em big mean and vicious
    When I tell 'em get you, you gon' need some stitches
    Hip-Hop, I been doin it for years
    Spent a lot of time drinkin too many beers
    Clubs, man I'm always on the guest list
    And I don't even have to dress up my best-est
    Shoes, man I have so many pairs
    From Timbos to kroker sacs and Nike Airs
    Guns, I really don't carry
    But I gotta lotta homies that would love to see you buried

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    [Chorus x2]

    [Tash]
    Aiyyo my style ain't never switch I serve hook to hook
    I'm still an Alkie in my ways, I never shook the look
    You can see it in my face, I'm here to cook the rooks
    Promoters lookin at me funny like they booked a crook
    Sheeeit, I'm over here with Clipper chippers
    With a gang of strippers downin these liquid mixtures
    If my money make you sick, then I hope you feel better
    I'ma grab me a bitch and slap some tailfeathers
    Y'all niggaz can't even spell clever
    While I take my time and write from the heart like jail letters
    The ice might fool you from the wrist to the necklace
    But if you out there talkin shit you on a reckless nigga's checklist
    This the West, where Deebo lives
    Where chicks run around claimin these is Rico's kids
    Uh-uh, cause everybody wants somethin from me
    The niggaz want my style and the bitches want my money

    [Chorus]

    [E-Swift]
    I'm a wax carnivore
    Eat beats like meat, hope you like it raw
    Fuck it, I'm the next Curtis Shaw
    mixed with Marley Marl y'all heard thus far
    Spar with the track, so my wind's up to par
    Know a few Alkies, got friends at the bar
    Get the club jumpin like the pumps on my car
    Front and back like the strippers that star
    Daaaaamn, or like six-deuces on the 'Shaw
    Might tap your jaw like {?} if we brawl
    And I ain't even battlin y'all
    I ride the tracks that the others just straddle and fall
    Platinum plaques, I got stacks this tall
    Looks like I got Baby's teeth on my wall
    I'm +Hot Boy+, my whole click sick like SARS
    We roll through and plug chicks like a pause

    [Chorus x2]

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    Composición: Eric L. Brooks y Rico Smith

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