Alkaholiks - Turn The Party Out lyrics

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Intro: Tash Yeah, Tha Alkaholiks Ay J, I got a crew They called the Loot Pack And they can get crazy fresh y'all, crazy fresh y'all My man Jack is about to get fresh y'all Verse One: Loot Pack Check the flavor here's a rootin tootin hydraulic trooper Tha Alkaholik grouper in the house and when I bust the hula-hooper Peep my ish, when I flips next I flash with the Cracker Jacker A true Loot Packer Gettin versatile when I smile toastin to the funk All punks put your glass down, or end up in the trunk You wonder when my dope styles sound kind of varied The Pictionary, man with my backpack, I'll Carey Mariah took her back, and show her how I Pack, Loot Kick lyrics on originally outtrack black in fact People call me moody, I simply knocks the booty Pull up my hoody, and then I bust a Sam Goody Verse Two: Tash Bitches on my woody cuz I likes to get the loosest I eat niggaz up and wash em down with deuce gooses A Colt .45 cuz I gotsta rush the likwit Tash from the group that the bitches wanna get with I kick it from the East all the way to the West Yes stay away from booze that puts the hair on your chest And that's a little piece of advice for the kiddos I bust more flavor than your teacher got dittoes I keep it up to date or take it back like The Twist E-Swift is out of town so the Pack load the disc So, take your ass home, good night, the party's over If your ass is drunk, ride home with someone sober Yeah... Tha Alkaholiks, ah yeah, the Loot Pack (the party's over, it's all over) Nineteen ninety-three And this is how we kick it Verse Three: Loot Pack, J-Ro I'ma wreck the neck conducting props like Randy Wrecker-aca