Tha Alkaholiks - 21 and Under lyrics

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[Intro: Tash]

("Yes yes y'all, and you don't stop") [x12]

Hello

Let me tell ya about the Liks

See it [echoes] say it [echoes]

Ah, yo

[Verse One: Tash]

I walked into a store I stepped straight to the freezer

I grabbed some forty ounces and a few Bacardi Breezers

I threw em on the counter then I went to find some chips

I'm thinkin bout this bitch I'm bout to visit with the hips

I asked the counter person for the biggest box of Trojans

Cause when I be onthe pussy I cause nuclear explosions

He put them in my bad, totalled up my sums

He said, "That comes to thirteen dollars," but I didn't have no ones

I gave him twenty, in walked some shorties

Eyes beemin red headed straight for the forties

Five foot three wannabe Tupac's

They asked the man behind the counter for the Newport boxes

They stole some cans cause the man couldn't see em

Cause he busy tryin to tell em next time he'll ID em

One was starin at me, then suddenly it hit him

That's that nigga from the Liks let's crack the forties with him

They gave me daps they said I freak my raps

They said they homey got some flows and twist off the beer caps

Halfway finished, I asked em what their ages

Cause they lookin like, they barely out the puberty stages

Fifteen, sixteen, one was too embarrased

He said they started drinkin fuckin around and went to Terrace

It wasn't long before the forties was gone

So as I turned around I told my young niggaz to stay strong

Because no matter how you scan it you're the future of the planet

You don't wanna be a rapper cause it's drainin entertainin

too much strainin on your brain, I told em they don't need it

They hit me with a card and said, "Call us if you wanna gt

weeded," yeah sixteen years old

Hangin out drinkin forties in the East Columbus cold

As they jumped onto they bikes in the knee-high snow

They all turned around and said, "You ain't shit Rico!"

[Chorus: J-Ro, Tash]

Can I send this out once, for my niggaz smokin blunts

Twice, for my niggaz rollin dice

Three times, for my niggaz bust the rhymes

So they don't do crimes to make it through the hard times

As we send it out once, for my niggaz smokin blunts

Twice, for my niggaz rollin dice

When the Liks is in the house we let you know like yo!

If you hit me with a forty black I hit you with a flow

[Verse Two: J-Ro]

It was a Friday night, house party goin on

At my homies house, from dusk til dawn

Blunts in the air plus kegs of brew

Some half naked-bitches gettin pushed in the pool

[In the corner was the DJ, gettin nice

Feelin that shit, off the Alehze and ice]

I only had one mic, now imagin

A gang of drunk MC's who wanna start rappin

One grabbed the mic and held on too long

("...baby I'm on the mic, and I'm on the mic... [crowd boos]

When I'm on the mic [Pass the mic god damn nigga]

doin what I like, and when I'm on the mic...")

Push came to shove *bang* now he's gone

That's what happens when the liquor does your thinkin

So keep this in mind when you're out there drinkin

[Chorus: Tash, J-Ro]

[Outro: J-Ro, Tash]

And I'm out, time to get busy

As we flow up out this piece

I ain't even mad, I ain't even mad

I ain't even mad at y'all

It's the Alkaholiks...

Yo yo, mic check one two one two

Transmittin live through the headphones, you know how we do it

low budget style

For all MC's in the houe I know how you feel

I know you feelin the vibe right about now

Crackin the forty, sittin in the car, or at the club

bobbin your head to this album

But yo, we gonna give you, we gonna give you a second to catch wreck

Go ahead, get your freestyle on

and you don't have to be twenty-one

rock that shit