Intro: bartender and j-ro
Yo last call, last call, last call for alcohol!
At two, youand're through!
{j-ro} ay bartendah! bartender!
{bart} yo whassup man?
{j-ro} ay man, man let me get a... rummmmm an coke
{bart} yo man donand'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 iand'm lookin out for you man, itand's your life
{j-ro} man iand'll hop over this motherfucker and get my own damn drink
Hey niggy, what time it is...
Verse one: tash
Itand's time to roll my sleeves, fuck a few mcand's up
Another rough cut, from the crew that wonand't ease up
The alkaholik click, aka 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 canand't fade the cisco
Iand'm from the old school but i never rocked a disco
Loops from the group that, likes to smack the bitches
Tha liks is hittin hookers like a gangsta hittin switches
Front, to the back, to the side, to the side
And make you dance with these bitches but, no electric slidin
And iand'm about to flip, but first iand'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
Thatand's why i hang around my group like a dick hang with nuts
Verse two: j-ro
I push one twoand's when niggaz step on my shoes
Oh you havenand't heard the news iand've been giving fools blues
Manhandling chumps that step up, just to keep my rep up
I push my fist through your grill
I never became a gangsta, thanks ta, my skill
On the nine inches of steel
You ask me what the kand's for, they donand't mean nothin
[andquot;kand's for the way my dee-jayand's kuttinandquot; -- schoolly d, p.s.k.]
Chorus: tash, group
Last call yand'all {call yand'all}
Call yand'all {call yand'all}
{last call, for alcohol}
Last call yand'all {call yand'all}
Call yand'all {call yand'all}
{last call, for alcohol}
[j-ro] yeah... word
[tash] alkaholik style nigga
Verse three: e-swift
Uh, i be one of dem niggaz known to drink a gang of brewskis
Float like the wind, so all yand'all can call me cool breeze
Cooler than my man morris day in the winter
The dope rhyme inventor, rockin shows at the center
So pass the mic on the, down low
Now go grab a forty from the liquor stoand'
And you donand't stop {donand't stop} and you donand't quit {donand't quit}
Unless youand'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 mcand's watch your lip, cause iand'm shootin from the hip ahh
I rip like oprah, in tight jeans do
And splits a needle wrap a pair man because them shits is on the fritz
Itand's crazy, a few mcand's amaze me
With this alkie style of rock, mr. spock couldnand't phase me
Rhymin pays me, but i do it anyway
Many say, ay, when it comes to rhymes you got plenty j
Iand'm so cool i drink forty ounces of freon
You never see me on the stage with a peon
When we on the microphone itand's like jordan all alone
We slam, competition, scram damn
Can we get along? nope.
Switchblade to the throat to mcand's who ainand't dope
Call me j-ro the clepto, cuz iand'm stealing to the jaw
Of these half-baked rappers, trying to get raw
Verse five: tash
Soul in my strut, muscle in my hustle
Itand's just a little something for them punks that wanna bust they
Little
Def jam comedy, raps that make me crack up
You better call the one-time and tell em send a backup
Cuz iand'm about to act up, i couldnand't kick a verse
J-ro say he got it bad, so that mean i got it worse
Check uno dos, crack a forty, make 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! iand'm outta here...
Ohh yeah, tell the sons of jones to kiss my ass
