Текст (слова) песни: Tha Liks f Xzibit - Bar Code

 
[Tash] 
The drunken funk`n has returned 
Let`s take it back to the old school one time y`all, uhh 
Ya fuckin with me? Damn right y`all fuck with us boy 
(Shotglass, ha! Ain`t it drunk) Alkaholiks, say what? 
(Yo Tash, smack these niggaz up!) 
 
With my Alkaholik style still comin of age 
Free as a bird the beer fly on stage 
Ain`t here for no frontin just to say a lil` somethin 
A nigga like CaTash`ll get this motherfucker pumpin 
I walk with a bop that make the cops shine flashlights 
And I ain`t drunk shit, I`m still faded from last night 
That`s right y`all, the Alkahol be spittin 
Comin through bitches.. 
 
[J-Ro] 
I drink a lot of ale, smoke a lot of L`s a day 
Got kegs in my room and bales of hay 
Twenty-five roaches piled in my ashtray 
Some like it slow some live the fast way 
All the ladies know I`m wild and nas-tay 
I live the "Rap Life" like my nigga Tash say 
I down the whole brew, never half way 
I`m back and forth to the bar in the Likwid Cafe 
 
[Chorus 2X: Tha Liks] 
Now put yo` bottles to yo` lips 
When I sip, you sip, we sip - altogether now 
Back, and, forth - to the bar y`all 
Back, and, forth - to the bar y`all 
 
[Xzibit] 
They say one man`s trash is the next man`s treasure 
Next man pain be the other man`s pleasure 
Whatever you wanna drink ma we bought the bar out 
Last cats to call out, who wan` fall out? 
Worst case scenario walkin, I hate talkin 
Do the damn thing, let your dogs start barkin 
Embracin the bass (yeah) who keep you laced 
with Henessey to the face, tequila with no chaser 
Liks - bang kicks, kick dirt on tricks 
Fuckin smoked out rappers y`all fiend for hits 
I just - drop my shit, never stop servin 
Everything bump even the two-way versions 
I`m the West coast Julius Earving, been through the worst 
Survived starvin to death and dyin of thirst 
Come through, bring a homegirl, double the fun bitch 
Cause two heads is better than one, so let`s go 
 
[Chorus] 
 
[Tash] 
So if Tash die tonight, rap music don`t owe me shit 
I done did it all homey off blood sweat and spit (yes) 
Spit-zophrenic off about a half a gallon 
of that strong shit that make me think Bucks like Ray Allen 
Profilin in the beat-up ass bucket like fuck it 
Bitch I make this car look good 
Knock on wood, knock on MC`s just for practice 
Cause y`all niggaz can`t fuck with these drunken-ass tactics 
 
[J-Ro] 
We - stompin, rompin niggaz 
with the bumpin rhymes that keep the b-boys jumpin 
Sayin ho, ladies sayin ow 
Get it now front row wipe that brew from your brow 
Cristal and malt liquor go down the same pipe 
You drink with us you probably piss in the bed the same night 
You throwin up on your clothes no hoes fo` sho` 
Now you on your back pointin at the sky with your toes 
 
[Chorus] - 2X as beat fades
 

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