Alkaholiks - Anotha Round lyrics

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[J-Ro] Yaa Yeah It's the return of three drunk mothafuckas Huh, yeah It's Tha Liks We gots Stan the guitar man in the house Mothaclucka Uh-uh What? [Verse 1: J-Ro] I'm sick like a sore throat swallow Drunk act to follow I'll make the whole bottle hollow (What a ride) Rollin' wit' a open container And one in the chamber Ten Likwit CD's in the changer Bettin' wages on the Lakers Yo' squad is in danger Hoes go two ways these days like my pager Say Hoe, my name is J-Ro Oh, you didn't know? (No) Well, fuck you then! I hang with cats, who chase rats, and kick tats Hit the eightball like Minnesota fats Got more ? than biceps, relax Pure hoes jockin' in the studio flats When I'm in the house, take off the wave cap for hats Got scully from a hoochie, with lips like Da Brat Raised in the valley of the shadow of death So I fear none, time to ? [Chorus] We are Tha Alkaholiks It's last call, can we get anotha round? We are Tha Alkaholiks And I know ya like the way it's goin' down [Verse 2: Tash] So all the ladies to the Limo It's Tha Alkaholik car pool Lyrics bang from thirty feet To blow y'all niggas off your bar stool We back, to wet'cha The flawless, the wallus Regardless of your colors, Tha Liks are Alkaholiks [Tha Liks] We the same three niggas that be makin' the noise Doin' donuts in Ferrari's, like some drunk hot boys Do or die fool Straight from the home of where we spark from Where the weed'll leave ya dizzy Like a tranquelizer dart gun The L, not to be confused with Tinsletown Well, I made a million dollars off