Lyric Last Call - Tha Alkaholiks

Lyric Song Last Call: Intro Bartender and J Ro
Yo last calllast calllast call for alcohol!
At twoyou re through!
{J Ro} Ay bartendah! Bartender!
{Bart} Yo whassup man
{J Ro} Ay manman let me get a rummmmm an coke
{Bart} Yo man don t you think you had a little bit too much to drink
{J Ro} Ay just let me get one more man
{Bart} Yo man I m lookin out for you manit s your life
{J Ro} Man I ll hop over this motherfucker and get my OWN damn drink
Hey niggywhat time it is
Verse One Tash
It s time to roll my sleevesfuck a few MC s up
Another rough cutfrom the crew that won t ease up
The Alkaholik clickAKA the forty downers
Flips rhymes like Calvin flips fries and quarter pounders
I never drink and drive cuz I might spill my drink
I failed the breathalizer so they took me to the clink
Niggaz earlin in the sink cause they can t fade the Cisco
I m from the old school but I never rocked a disco
Loops from the group thatlikes to smack the bitches
Tha Liks is hittin hookers like a gangsta hittin switches
Frontto the backto the sideto the side
And make you dance with these bitches butno electric slidin
And I m about to flipbut first I m bout to sip
Off the forty ounce of brew that I was savin for the trip
Back to the lab cuz all I do is bang cuts
That s why I hang around my group like a dick hang with nuts
Verse Two J Ro
I push one two s when niggaz step on my shoes
Oh you haven t heard the news I ve been giving fools blues
Manhandling chumps that step upjust to keep my rep up
I push my fist through your grill
I never became a gangstathanks tamy skill
on the nine inches of steel
You ask me what the K s forthey don t mean nothin
yquot;K s for the way my dee jay s kuttinyquot; Schoolly DPSK
Chorus Tashgroup
Last call y all {call y all}
Call y all {call y all}
{Last callfor alcohol}
Last call y all {call y all}
Call y all {call y all}
{Last callfor alcohol}
J Ro Yeah word
Tash Alkaholik style nigga
Verse Three E Swift
UhI be one of dem niggaz known to drink a gang of brewskis
Float like the windso all y all can call me cool breeze
Cooler than my man Morris Day in the winter
The dope rhyme inventorrockin shows at the center
So pass the mic on thedown low
Now go grab a forty from the liquor sto
And you don t stop {don t stop} and you don t quit {don t quit}
Unless you re in the studio making wack shit
Chorus
J Ro Yeah that nigga Squid is in the house
Verse Four J Ro
I got a forty four Mag with the clip with a clip
So MC s watch your lipcause I m shootin from the hip ahh
I rip like Oprahin tight jeans do
and splits a needle wrap a pair man because them shits is on the fritz
It s crazya few MC s amaze me
With this Alkie style of rockMr Spock couldn t phase me
Rhymin pays mebut I do it anyway
Many sayAYwhen it comes to rhymes you got plenty J
I m so cool I drink forty ounces of freon
You never see me on the stage with a peon
When we on the microphone it s like Jordan all alone
We slamcompetitionscram damn
Can we get along Nope
Switchblade to the throat to MC s who ain t dope
Call me J Ro the cleptocuz I m stealing to the jaw
Of these half baked rapperstrying to get raw
Verse Five Tash
Soul in my strutmuscle in my hustle
It s just a little something for them punks that wanna bust they little
Def Jam Comedyraps that make me crack up
You better call the one time and tell em send a backup
Cuz I m about to act upI couldn t kick a verse
J Ro say he Got It Badso that mean I got it worse
Check uno doscrack a fortymake a toast
Let me rip the instrumental and impress the West coast
Chorus
J Ro Uhh damn it feels like my bones is rattling
Uhh ohhh shit! I m outta here
Ohh yeahtell the sons of Jones to kiss my ass