Hip Hop Drunkies (Explicit)
The Alkaholiks「Hip Hop Drunkies (Explicit)」はThe Alkaholiksの曲です, 2011, Pop。長さは4:27, 126 lines / 948 words。
歌詞
0:00Hip Hop Drunkies - Ol' Dirty Bastard/Masta Killa/Raekwon
0:01What's yo name What's yo name
0:05My name is Ol Dirty Bastard and Ima Alkaholik
0:10Yeah me too ni**a
0:12(Unverified)
0:18You're now rockin' with that likes
0:19So start reachin' for the ozone
0:21I see some girls I know
0:22But yall look different with your clothes on
0:23What's up though Tash came to steal it like the Grinch
0:25While I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled
0:27Like I said my sh*t in French
0:28But its all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath
0:30Try to bite my style on wax and watch
0:32These lyrics crack your teeth
0:33Cause I make words connect like West side
0:35When I test glide
0:36My drunken lyrical hand glider nobodys tighter
0:38Than a ruff rap provider with ninety ways to peel ya
0:41So I know the three words sound familiar
0:42(Tash will kill ya)
0:43I filter out the weak every time I speak
0:45I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go
0:47(Beep)
0:48I'm def-da-fyin' you rappin' like my client
0:50Tryin' to scrape me for the style
0:51That slam harder than Kobe Bryant
0:52Be quiet this is likwidation from the west
0:55Motherf**k ya boozy show I got my own special guest
0:57Yo yo breaker breaker breaker one nine
1:00I bust this b**ch in the behind with the silver shine
1:03Cause she thought she was fine
1:05She winked at me I thought it was fine
1:07This ni**a poutin' this hoe was mine
1:10I had the alcohol in me took my time
1:12Let a ni**a ro Tate turn on the table
1:15Put in the diamond needle pull it to your ego
1:17What you the king in the chair on my ground
1:20The Tyson of sound its twenty seconds to a round
1:22Scavenger ni**a yous a shrimp a full line of sh*t
1:25My ear can't digest it
1:27Stop drinkin' all that motherf**kin' water
1:29Lets take it to the land
1:30So I can Godzilla up your sheeit
1:32Mr Tiny Tim Man
1:33Niggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk
1:35When I start to come down on your f**kin' asses
1:38Try to chip sh*t on up get these nuts
1:41Motherf**ker what
1:42The ro pimped the flow like a hoe
1:44So I should rap on the mack rap hone
1:46My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone
1:48I divide square MCs like math
1:50Bend you in half and drink a genuine draft
1:52I stop him then I skied out with all wampum
1:55When hes layin' on the ground
1:56I let my dog scrilla chop him
1:58I feels its all about skills
2:00The outcomes unbelievable like Tyson Holy field
2:02Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners
2:05My style is wild like gs or the pistol's
2:08No need to ask I put you on like a ski mask
2:10We can fight the power like this was P E Class
2:13I bomb squads like hank shock
2:15Peace to my ni**a Scott puttin' stickers on the block
2:18I drink more Brewster's than punky
2:20Its the further adventures of the hip hop drunkies
2:23You b**ches are hoes
2:25Put it in ya like my motherf**kin' hoe
2:28Or in your butt hole ear hole
2:30Where ever the f**k it goes
2:33You b**ches are hoes
2:34Put it in ya like my motherf**kin' hoe
2:38Or in your butt hole ear hole
2:40Where ever the f**k it goes
2:42Yeah yo yo yo
2:42No disrespect to any architect
2:45Who tried to perfect oh what the heck
2:47I'm a MC director rhyme inspector
2:50Rated top ten Brooklyn borough sector
2:52Its the pack town original B-Boy I'm rappin'
2:55What's happenin' so d**e got the pope clappin'
2:57I'm smackin' on some chicken what you kickin'
3:00You trickin' while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in
3:02Step outta place Tash will smack your taste out your face
3:05Cause theres nowhere to hide
3:06Unless you move to outer space
3:07Cause I waste motherf**kers like toxic fumes
3:09So you betta when you hear the
3:11(Make room boom boom)
3:12Hey sugar plum how can you assume
3:14That the pitch of the volume doesn't have no tune
3:16I'm not your everyday regular rap star peddler
3:18One on one at your rap seminar
3:20Beware of the hard way threes the hard way
3:22At you f**kers
3:22So aiyyo my name is J-Ro
3:24And my style is so d**e they call it ya yo
3:27I don't rap fast I love green grass
3:29Nuttin' nice on the mic call me a mean a**
3:32Extra Da-Llama bring ha ha ha
3:34Extra extra bring the Da-Llama
3:35Verse a better one then slice a versa
3:37God acre massacre murdered
3:39Also known as a rap wrecka not a rhyme rebel
3:41You're just rhyme to survive streets
3:42True beaters minerals and rhymes survive lyrics
3:45Like the acre without the attic but not the only Asiatic
3:47True God but my dick is my lightning rob
3:50Hoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo
3:52See this the type of sh*t niggaz don't try at home
3:54I come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordans cologne
3:57With the mega drunken style to keep the crowd pumpin'
3:59Niggaz lookin' at me like Tash is up to somethin
4:02(Get drunk and I stumbled)
4:04But I didnt come to trip I came to bring it to ya humble
4:07Tumble all your plots and all your plans
4:09Ol Dirtys in the house and thats my motherf**kin' man
4:12Its the Likwid crew comin'
4:13Through with Ol Dirty from the Wu
4:15Passin' your party jettin' out with Allt he brew
4:18So what yall new niggaz think you wanna do
4:22Its the Likwid crew comin'
4:23Through with Ol Dirty from the Wu
4:25Passin' your party jettin' out with Allt he brew
4:27So what yall new niggaz think you wanna do
Hip Hop Drunkies - Ol' Dirty Bastard/Masta Killa/Raekwon What's yo name What's yo name My name is Ol Dirty Bastard and Ima Alkaholik Yeah me too ni**a (Unverified) You're now rockin' with that likes So start reachin' for the ozone I see some girls I know But yall look different with your clothes on What's up though Tash came to steal it like the Grinch While I'm leavin' niggaz puzzled Like I said my sh*t in French But its all olde English that I'm bringin' from beneath Try to bite my style on wax and watch These lyrics crack your teeth Cause I make words connect like West side When I test glide My drunken lyrical hand glider nobodys tighter Than a ruff rap provider with ninety ways to peel ya So I know the three words sound familiar (Tash will kill ya) I filter out the weak every time I speak I drink to hit the peak to make my mind go (Beep) I'm def-da-fyin' you rappin' like my client Tryin' to scrape me for the style That slam harder than Kobe Bryant Be quiet this is likwidation from the west Motherf**k ya boozy show I got my own special guest Yo yo breaker breaker breaker one nine I bust this b**ch in the behind with the silver shine Cause she thought she was fine She winked at me I thought it was fine This ni**a poutin' this hoe was mine I had the alcohol in me took my time Let a ni**a ro Tate turn on the table Put in the diamond needle pull it to your ego What you the king in the chair on my ground The Tyson of sound its twenty seconds to a round Scavenger ni**a yous a shrimp a full line of sh*t My ear can't digest it Stop drinkin' all that motherf**kin' water Lets take it to the land So I can Godzilla up your sheeit Mr Tiny Tim Man Niggaz be creepin' up my beanstalk When I start to come down on your f**kin' asses Try to chip sh*t on up get these nuts Motherf**ker what The ro pimped the flow like a hoe So I should rap on the mack rap hone My rhymes hittin' hard enough to crack a bone I divide square MCs like math Bend you in half and drink a genuine draft I stop him then I skied out with all wampum When hes layin' on the ground I let my dog scrilla chop him I feels its all about skills The outcomes unbelievable like Tyson Holy field Your lyrics are loaners return em to they rightful owners My style is wild like gs or the pistol's No need to ask I put you on like a ski mask We can fight the power like this was P E Class I bomb squads like hank shock Peace to my ni**a Scott puttin' stickers on the block I drink more Brewster's than punky Its the further adventures of the hip hop drunkies You b**ches are hoes Put it in ya like my motherf**kin' hoe Or in your butt hole ear hole Where ever the f**k it goes You b**ches are hoes Put it in ya like my motherf**kin' hoe Or in your butt hole ear hole Where ever the f**k it goes Yeah yo yo yo No disrespect to any architect Who tried to perfect oh what the heck I'm a MC director rhyme inspector Rated top ten Brooklyn borough sector Its the pack town original B-Boy I'm rappin' What's happenin' so d**e got the pope clappin' I'm smackin' on some chicken what you kickin' You trickin' while I'm vickin' hoes you stick your dick in Step outta place Tash will smack your taste out your face Cause theres nowhere to hide Unless you move to outer space Cause I waste motherf**kers like toxic fumes So you betta when you hear the (Make room boom boom) Hey sugar plum how can you assume That the pitch of the volume doesn't have no tune I'm not your everyday regular rap star peddler One on one at your rap seminar Beware of the hard way threes the hard way At you f**kers So aiyyo my name is J-Ro And my style is so d**e they call it ya yo I don't rap fast I love green grass Nuttin' nice on the mic call me a mean a** Extra Da-Llama bring ha ha ha Extra extra bring the Da-Llama Verse a better one then slice a versa God acre massacre murdered Also known as a rap wrecka not a rhyme rebel You're just rhyme to survive streets True beaters minerals and rhymes survive lyrics Like the acre without the attic but not the only Asiatic True God but my dick is my lightning rob Hoe don't kick that mumbo jumbo See this the type of sh*t niggaz don't try at home I come funkin' up the spot like Micheal Jordans cologne With the mega drunken style to keep the crowd pumpin' Niggaz lookin' at me like Tash is up to somethin (Get drunk and I stumbled) But I didnt come to trip I came to bring it to ya humble Tumble all your plots and all your plans Ol Dirtys in the house and thats my motherf**kin' man Its the Likwid crew comin' Through with Ol Dirty from the Wu Passin' your party jettin' out with Allt he brew So what yall new niggaz think you wanna do Its the Likwid crew comin' Through with Ol Dirty from the Wu Passin' your party jettin' out with Allt he brew So what yall new niggaz think you wanna do
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